Give me a beach, on a jungle shore,
while it might take some work, it won't be a chore,
fishing for dinner, and gathering fruit,
building thatched huts with palm fronds for roofs.

Let me dig clams or mussels, or catch rays,
barter them with neighbors, a good catch really pays,
swap them for milk, a goat, or some meat from wild boar,
although we have no stuff, were not close to poor.

The crashing waves sing a rhythmic lullaby,
as I hang in my hammock and close my eyes,
my crab trap is baited to catch overnight,
it will be full, in the dawns early light.

So give me a beach, with white sand and surf,
I have no need of a house and manicured turf,
The salt spray and sun are good for my bones,
I'll be happy to sit on my sugar cane throne.