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Sun of the Beach
Sunshine, feeling fine
But what would I know?
Left my shoes at the beach
And then I stubbed my toe
Turned and cursed the guilty rock
Limped along an ocean block
Stumbled over a three-inch rut
Fell upon my big fat butt
A child laughed, I gave a glare
His mother frowned, I didn’t care
Me required some gentle look
That is what it would took
To keep me from killing the boy
Who bled and died near his toy
Had it coming! was my excuse
Went to jail, couldn’t refuse
Arrested I was for a natural deed
Curious how the farce would lead
A trial before a grumpy judge
Who gave the jury a threatening nudge
Convict the kid killer! he said
I realized I was surely dead
I removed my sock to display my toe
Swollen and sore–all aglow
Looking for someone kind
No sympathy did I ever find
Guilty, they said,
Pronounced me dead
Thus my song has been sung
Three days later I was hung
So here’s my conclusion, the bottom line
It’s best to stay clear of all sunshine
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