Battle of the Blanc.

Pale fleshy arms and pale fleshy legs,
My skin is the huge of the shells on eggs.

I long to be tan and kissed by sun,
As though the woes of winter had never begun.

To see a tan line accross my chest,
Is the Christmas gift I'd like the best.

Brown on my stomach and brown on my face,
Would make me smile all over the place!