Alfred On An Island

Alfred on an Island I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred, But you are dead! I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing I`m at the Saragossa Island you said to me about it is nice Here but a bit damp and foggy, hence my rusty voice. a lifeboat that drifted ashore had a ship to shore radio that is how I`m able to talk to you now. But how do you get along with rough sailors, and their salty language, not too bad as you know I play the violin and they sing shanties and do a jig, I miss the piano though but it would only rust here and I can`t find a tuner. I miss you, Alfred, of course, you do I thought how to be cultured and in a way I`m your father, the real one abandoned you The voice faded radio interference, but he said he missed too. He had made my day he remembered me.