You don't think of dresses, or ducats, or dukes;
You don't care for chaperone's rigid rebukes;
It's just simply grand,
To lie there on the sand,
Down at the beach,—
If a man's within reach.
Some like the moonlight and some like the sun,
Some flirt in earnest and some flirt in fun;
It's worth all the rash,
Reckless spending of cash,
All the dresses you spoil,
All the tempers you roil,
Down at the beach,—
If a man's within reach.
It's better than sleigh-rides, cotillons, or teas,
It makes the dull Patriarch's knickerbocked knees
Shake in the dance,
And then one has a chance,
If one's pretty and smart,
With a tongue not too tart,
Of presenting papaw
With a new son-in-law,
Down at the beach,—
If a man's within reach.