Like Young John

In your short sleeved shirt and shorts walking in the town You look relaxed, healthy and brown From lying in the sun you do have a nice tan Though hopefully not at the expense of a shorter life span Young John he was buried today Far too young to die many did say Of skin cancer at twenty nine One more victim of too much sunshine In height of Summer in shorts and singlets if you jog or run Or lay in the hot afternoon sun You may not live to grow old and gray For to die in a natural way For too much love of the sun with your life you might pay Like young John who was buried today.