gingerjon
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
The hammock swung to and fro
As June watched the flowers grow
Those little pink legs started to tan
She called to Keith to get her a fan
The fan would not reach her side
Pouting her lips she cried and cried
And the sun began to fry her brown
The glow from the sun made her frown
Hang on a bit and I will turn you over
As Keith rolled about in the clover
Moral of this tale, don’t go out in the sun
Or you will be baked like a hot cross bun
As June watched the flowers grow
Those little pink legs started to tan
She called to Keith to get her a fan
The fan would not reach her side
Pouting her lips she cried and cried
And the sun began to fry her brown
The glow from the sun made her frown
Hang on a bit and I will turn you over
As Keith rolled about in the clover
Moral of this tale, don’t go out in the sun
Or you will be baked like a hot cross bun