Paired with thong, and a flipper
With sea-birds' piercings
And sea-caverned grins
Off the slippery rocks
Summer-time begins.
Not til past cheering them on
Where golden sands burn
Has each wave in turn
By way they came will, boy, girl
As Sun's friends return.
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