Deck chairs freely run around
Allowed, at last, to play outside
A rare event... a sunny day
So they are not to be denied 

Too often trapped and left forgot
Inside a smelly wooden hut
Cramped together, stacked up high
They grumble, moan and sigh and tut

Now and then, they get a glimpse
Of sunshine in a cloudy sky
And murmur a woeful "good luck"
When a ball plays out whilst it's still dry

But heat was promised on this day
Seagulls sang in the breaking dawn
They felt their troubles melt away
As the shack door opened up that morn

So now they sprint across the beach
Feel the sun on their stripy backs
Feel the sand through wooden toes
Stretch and frolick. Chat. Relax 

They'll gather together in prides and herds
Have a paddle, play their games
Enjoy the taste of fresh sea air
Try to tan their aging frames

Yes, it's great to see the deck chairs smile
Build sand castles and eat ice cream
Alas, too soon the day will end
And I'll wonder if this was but a dream