I Wish I Had Known We Were Going To The Beach

I wish I had known we were going to the beach,

‘Cause then my toys, I’d have put within reach!

Instead there they sat high on the shelf

Where no one could get them, not even myself.

I wish I had known a few days ago,

What you had in store for me and Bilbo.

Then I could have gotten some toys

Better suited for doggies instead of for boys.

I got that box down onto the floor,

Just then I hear you opening the door:

It creaks and it moans ever so loud,

And here we both sit, ever so proud.

We found my toys trucks, my bucket, my pail,

I think we’ll be ready shortly without fail.

Just as I’m about to run barefoot in the street,

You say, “Hey come back, mister,

            You’ll get sand in your feet!”