When you tilt your nose up high,
Remember those derma start to die.
Arms outstretched to get more sun?
The end of those cells has begun.
When you’re comfy and stick out your feet,
Outside’s lure is now complete.
Tho the tan looks oh so pleasing,
Your doc’s finances you’ll be pleasing.
Spray sunscreen into the air,
To your skin it’s barely there.
So give your skin some respect,
And to the sun, say, “I reject”