They say there`s a great white round about here
And in some people it has spread fear,
They watch the water for that dorsal fin
And if they see it they`ll cause a din.
I go in the water it`s cold as ice
Then I get used to it then it is nice,
In come the rollers all frothy and white
And so with it could come the sharks bite.
Just a swell to lift me off the sea bed
Or wash over me submerging my head,
Then up I come with a gasp for air
Always aware of the dangers down there.
Enough of the sea I head for the sand
I`m safe from the shark I`m back on dry land,
With a backward glance I can see no fin
So I am one trophy you didn`t win.