Martha's Vineyard Vacation

Up with the children at seven For blueberry pancakes and ham. Flapjacks enough for eleven - How many will fit in the pan? Lay out some slices of bread. Spread with egg salad maybe, Some tuna and celery for Fred, And a “p,b and j” for the baby! Fetch from the line all the towels And swimsuits hanging to dry. Ignore the grumbles and scowls About sunscreen you have to apply. Stack the pop in the ice chest. With sandwiches, yogurt and fruit. Pack napkins, chips and the rest In the picnic basket to suit. Pile out, and head for the seashore With picnic, umbrella and chairs! No room for anything more - But then, nobody really cares! Oh, joy! What a day at the beach! We swim, jump the waves, and tan, Drink our soda, eat a peach, Its edges trimmed with sand! Alack! Alas! It’s time to go! Our homeward way we wend, Not sad because we know Tomorrow we’ll do it again!