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.