Let’s go to the ocean

Oh, shin! – like the license plate said

My shins are sore

Let’s go to the Atlantic

We’re not poor

And I’m not pedantic

So on a Saturday afternoon we dropped everything

We played on the rings

At the ocean

That storm off the coast made the waves roar

From all the running, how my shins were sore!

So we jumped from the sand and gripped those metal rings

We watched each other on that jungle swing

People watched in awe

But it didn’t mean anything

It was like a gymnastics show

But they didn’t know

We’ve never been gymnasts

And we’re not the fittest

Just two little people at the coast

Let the sand, the waves, the surfers boast

We played like we did back in the day

And at the end dipped our legs in the waves

Never mind the red flags

The salt healed my shins

The fun cured our complacency

Oh, the ocean!

After a day there, playing on those rings with you

I have everything I want, it’s true

My heart has no more vacancy