O stubble-faced sentinel

In baggy shorts and undershirt

Brown beer bottle proudly waving aloft

Barking at owners of dogs off leash

Your unique gruff talents have found their niche

As the beer-sotted sentry of Moonstone Beach.

With old outdoor chairs you carve boundaries with decrees:

"You shall not park here." "No dogs beyond this tree."

'Cause you're lord of the lot

From your charmed trailer spot

With oceanview real estate, indeed life's a peach

For the beer-sotted sentry of Moonstone Beach.