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How pleasant to sit on the beach
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!

No letters to answer, no bills to be burned
No work to be shirked, no cash to be earned
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!

How pleasant to look at the ocean
Democratic and damp, indiscriminate
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.

To lave in the wave
Majestic and chilly
Tomorrow i crave
But today it is silly.

It is pleasant to look at the ocean
Tomorrow, perhaps, i shall swim in it

How pleasant to gaze at the sailors
As their sailboats they manfully sail
With the vigor of vikings and whalers
In the days of the vikings and whale.

They sport on the brink
Of the shad and the shark
If it's windy they sink
If it isn't they park.

It is pleasant to gaze at the sailors
To gaze without having to sail

How pleasant the salt anesthetic
Of the air and the sand and the sun
Leave the earth to the strong and athletic
And the sea to adventure upon.

But the sun and the sand
No contractor can copy,
We lie in the land
Of the lotus and poppy

We vegetate, calm and aesthetic
On the beach, in the sand, in the sun