Happy to sandy beaches,
in my pale enough skin,
to redden like peaches,
but the sun-it was my sin!
The burns got red got itchy,
my legs and arms they,
got me scratching and twitching,
the shade i should have stay,
So plastering and painting,
a bucket or two of cream,
then sand got sticking,
to my red skin-and in between!
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