
Going to Hawaii
Your feet buried in the sand
As the waves go by and by
Laughter and fun
In the hot Hawaii sun
Shovels scoop the sand up
and plop it in the buckets
As wet as a walrus
A towel all over
Time to go home
To your good old hale
Warm as a cat
Watching the peacocks graze
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