On the beach or in my hair,

In the water, everywhere,

Tis found at end of land,

In my shoes or in my hand,

In the little children's mouth,

Or the floor of the beach house,

Inside yonder sleeping bag,

In a dog's coat of shag,

Covering fields for balls of volley,

And "It's stuck to my lolly!"

Flying through the air,

Making all the grownups swear,

That they'll never come again!

Until, of course, next year