The breeze was cool, the sea-air warm,
As I walked down the beach of Zahmas.
Id woken early to see the sun rise
Wearing only my pink pajamas.

The rolling waves had me relaxed,
And I was feeling very calm-a,
When suddenly, to my surprise,
I saw a little llama.

It dashed away into the trees
When it smelled my strong lip balm-a.
I followed it far, and when I caught up,
It was standing with it’s mama.

I approached, and wondering of her name,

Asked aloud, “¿Como se llama?”
But then I looked around and saw
It was an all-out llama-rama.

Llamas were here, llamas were there,
Llamas were causing drama.
Llamas dancing, llamas prancing,
Llamas under trees of palm-a.

And then I woke up.