All my friends, they tumbled out,
cheering with a loud commotion,
throwing towels and suntan lotion.

What an unexpected sight!
Something simply wasn’t right.

I was in my scarf and boots.
They were in their swimming suits.

Martha stopped and scratched her head.
“Sorry if we stare,” she said.
“Maybe we’re not used to seeing
any kid or human being
dressed like that for water skiing.”