We were all so young,

Knew nothing of growing or Jung,

Cruised the bay in boats,

Hung out on the beaches on floats,

Carried our beer for the babes in totes…

Some sailed, some used power,

But our love for our hometown never did sour,

To the Wildwoods we’d go to get drunk,

I don’t know how we got home without getting sunk…

So we had much, when young, fun,

Tons of sand betwixt our toes,

Enjoying summers warmth & sun,

I’m glad for me it was where my parents to live chose…