Times on the beach, on the white sand,
And thats our bucket, thats close to hand.
With our little spade, which is bright blue,
We build a castle, complete with flags too.
Times on the beach, the donkeys do walk,
Children on their back, who giggle and talk.
With our little money, we take a ride,
My donkey did walk, with so much pride.
Times on the beach, with coins to spend,
A time in amusements, to win we pretend.
The coins in falls, and some come out,
When we get some, we then do shout.
Times on the beach, the ice-cream so cold,
So yummy to taste, in cone to hold.
The coldness of it, runs down your hand,
As drips do land, in the white sand.