The Island

we sailed to the island, the island, the island and would stay there evermore with nothing to read but coconuts and cocoa berries upon the tree with no barber, Dennis or lawman things could ghetto might strange but we handle a leader (let's call him trumper) trumper stood higher, and gave a screech about a returnstile trip to sterilization we stood up and jeered, Hooray, Hooray but we be stripwrecked, cousin trumper, said we what chance are we out in the farsighted lotion where even the seagirls far outnumber us? never minding that, he said we'll build a blue one and us set about chirping down trees at lust, the crate was finnish two by two, we crumb aboard and set snail for big indenture to scoot for homely bound but the beauty took on water and we invaded to another shore fierce sausages lined the bleachers farmed with spearmints gone galore we said our players, it looked like pretend but the sausages made our breakfast friends! brer trumper aligned a trick or treaty the crew lived on believing children for eleventy years