He liked to dance and play in clouds and grass
Not Mary but still Popping to the beach
Where he can watch the waves ebb and go pass.
“I won’t ever get old, I’m way too niche.”
So youthful still, never did his neck turn
And see that those persons were not their worth.
The boy applied aloe to those sunburns
And made some friends that don’t need the rich surf.
But he was farsighted, refused to change
His mind on where his heart had to belong
But through a tear he saw open exchange
With lots of people singing twelve theme songs
A powerful species with hand in hand
The boy goes back and lies in different sand
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