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!
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to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
from the musical "Sound of Music"
updated 03/12/2022
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