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Bare
Feet.
Walking and talking, the seagulls are squawking,
bare feet in the sand near the shore,
Summer is here; more salads, my dear,
Then we came back the next day for some more.
There is barbecue’s sizzling; the kids won’t stop grizzling,
And the sand’s so hot it feels like fire,
We race to the water, like sheep to the slaughter,
To satiate our burning desire.
It’s clear and calm in the water,
The sky holds hands with the sea,
Reflections that sparkle like diamonds,
What a wonderful place to be.
Whilst we speak, our footsteps squeak,
Under our bare feet, as we walk in the sand,
Then, to regain our power, we stand under the shower,
Then we wander away hand in hand.
Summer is here; sip on a cold beer,
Put the windows down in the car,
Sit in the shade; it is heaven-made,
That’s the way Dinky-Di Aussies are.
Wearing bare feet feels so neat,
Stretch your toes and walk on the grass,
Call for more drinks; it feels…
