A Bright New World

We really thought this was virgin soil
When we sailed upon this land so vast
As we drifted into a secluded cove
Thought we'd stumbled upon the past

Natives sure looked very much like us
But they wore the skimpiest clothes
With only one or two piece coverings
Not a bad looking group, by jove

We motioned to them in sign language
We're friendly and we've come in peace
But much to our utter astonishment
They spoke our language with ease

Seems we had stumbled on a sandy beach
On the southeast coast of the state
These natives were actually vacationers
They thought our sailing ship was great

It was really all quite embarrassing
We played dumb and pretended we knew
Said it was our lame attempt at humour
As we thanked them and bid them adieu

So we all got back in our sailing ship
And waved them a fond farewell
We'll never forget our trip to the past
It's a tale for our grandkids to tell