The Beachness of Life
Life's a beach, the bugs die
Little ones fall, moma cry
Life's a beach, the water dirty
Bullies, messin around with nerdies
Life's a beach, the sand is flat
You step on a crack and break a back
Life's a beach, the sun is too hot
The amount of sun-screen needed is a lot
Life's a beach, you go to the creek
You step on a piece of beach with your feet
After a creep by the creek,
Same old, same old, life's a beach.
If beach is a life, make it right
Make it wrong, and you'll get left.
In the sand making castes,
H2O will have it swept.
In the depth of getting dealt with,
Lifeguards all around who can help it,
Only you felt it, getting your wealth in
Life is a beach with objects all selfless...
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