There's a wonderful breeze all the time,
so you don't realize the sun is cooking you. Ha!
Pretty Halcyon Days (by Ogden Nash)
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.