In Beanworld, on that gorgeous day, The sun shone high and bright. The sky was just the bluest blue, Without a cloud in sight. 
A sun ray peeped into the room Where Surfer Bean was sleeping; The dawn had passed some time ago, And not a bird was cheeping. 
The laid-back Bean lifted a lid And squinted in the sun: “A perfect day for surfing, dude - It’s time to have some fun.”