Sea shells, necklaces, everything sold
Ice cream, soda and everything cold
Sunscreen, straw hats to ward off the heat
As we run in with open arms, Goa we meet.
Warm, salty water burns our eyes
As the sun blares down from the clear blue skies
Black beads, red top, folded up pants
As I frolic, merrily, in the white sands.
Mermaids, speed boats to add to the fun
Fall in the sea once and we're done
Crashing waves arrive to tickle out feet
As we run with open arms,
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