Happy to sandy beaches, 
in my pale enough skin, 
to redden like peaches, 
but the sun-it was my sin! 
The burns got red got itchy, 
my legs and arms they, 
got me scratching and twitching, 
the shade i should have stay, 
So plastering and painting, 
a bucket or two of cream, 
then sand got sticking, 
to my red skin-and in between!                
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