The Island of Don Di Von Kaire

Far away from the well-traveled trade routes, In those latitudes few lubbers dare, Lies a haven of peace and contentment Called the Island of Don di von Kaire. When the climate at home turns oppressive And the tedium’s too much to bear, You can bask in serene isolation On the Island of Don di von Kaire. On the Island of Don di von Kaire, Feeling apathy blow through your hair; When the pain comes around, Let the rum numb it down And have plenty of ennui to spare. It’s a mariner’s self-imposed exile And a castaway’s private affair, For a spirit marooned in the doldrums On the Island of Don di von Kaire.