The sand is cool, the air is crisp.
I walk along the beach alone–almost alone.
Peeking out of a backpack
a baggie! a snack!
Woman, do not chase me, I claim this snack as mine!
I try to fly, I try to run
In the end, the prize is lost.
We frolic in the icy waves
Wet clothes and cool breezes do not mix.
Dry diaper on–wet diaper tossed in a bag.
Carry in, Carry Out!
Seagull, That is not a snack!
We chase him down, we scare him off
One dropped bag, one diaper won.