A Happy Young Man
A happy young man
Smiles at everyone he can
As he walks on the beach by the sea.
He doesn’t care for global warming
Just ’bout the waves that keep reforming
Two miles south of the island of Capri.
He never once complains
When suddenly it rains.
He takes the weather coolly in his stride.
It s only when they come
He knows it’s over with the fun
And he ponders if there’s somewhere he can hide.
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Three men dressed in white
Quite unaccustomed to the light
Sprint in his direction from their van.
They all hate the jobs they hold
And much prefer the cold
From the beach they keep a wide berth if they can.
They’ve all forgotten how to love
The sight of blue skies just above
Or the sunset of a perfect summer’s day.
But of one thing they are sure
That for happiness there’s a cure
And they won’t let this poor escapee get away.
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One happy young man
Who bears a shining brown suntan
Has no option but to run into the sea
The white dressed men now in pursuit
Will for sure not follow suit
Because wet is one thing that they will not be.
After swimming for a while
Our Mr. Happy turns to smile
As the men pack up their stuff and drive away.
And there’s an island far from here
Where our hero’s drinking beer
And happiness surrounds his every day.
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