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Her name was Ella and his name was Tim;
They lived in a little village on the big island's rim.
Each day in the early dawn they went for their swim;
Just little Ella and big brother Tim.

Now their little island was protected by a big barrier reef,
And the village was ruled by their father the chief.
There were only ten houses in their village complete,
Each one on stilts, with sand bags as feet.

All the villagers fished in the waters, of the great barrier reef;
Gathering in late noon, in the shade of their huts, for temporary relief.
Each day at evening, they'd go to pick berries at the vast jungle's edge;
Sometimes they'd walk to the mountain, to pick the fruits on its ledge.

Day after day, it was always the same,
Playing in the surf and fishin' in the rain.
Ella and Tim grew weary, of eatin' the same meals;
Often wondering aloud - what the rest of their island, could possibly reveal.

Then one day, as they were playing, in the sands and the surf,
They found the strange trinket that'd been washed up on their turf.
As Ella lifted it high for her brother to see.
A strange voice urged them inward with the most plaintive little plea.

"Follow me my darlings, inward from the sea,
To a land of plenty, you'll most surely agree."
Well, they walked and they walked til' they could walk no more;
Until right before their very eyes stood a giant candy store.

They ate all that night and into the next day,
And, they were so full, they could not even play.
Their tummys so full they fell down in a heap;
They'd had too much sugar even to sleep.

As the morning sun rose slowly over the dell,
The trinket they'd found turned into a shell.
Then, as Ella and Tim rubbed their weary eyes,
They found themselves back on the beach, to their very surprise.

Now the moral of this story for all you out there,
That things aren't always better in places elsewhere.
Magic trinkets in time could take you somewhere;
But my advice to you my darlings, you'd better beware.
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