Least Favorite Things

Glaring white beaches and sand in the eyes, Searing hot sun rays that make the skin fry, Stings from the jellies and seagulls that screech: These are some nasties you’ll find at the beach! Snotty raw oysters and blistering skin, Nothing but fried food; how can you stay thin? Big Daddy, come get me, I beg, I beseech! I’ve nothing but scorn and distaste for the beach! Where the breeze blows, Where the peach grows Where there’s shade and trees, I long for the mountains Where I can be cool, Just not at the beach, Oh please! ---------- to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from the musical "Sound of Music" updated 03/12/2022