Robinson


The days w're balmy and humid
As i bethought this wast paradise
Mine own exile wast quite disput'd
But the captain bethought i'll payeth the price
I'm h're on this island high-lone
I'm Robinson and this is mine own home.

Shalt this lodging beest did fill with rain
F'r i suff'r ev'ry day and night
I bethink i'm becoming insane
As i'm strand'd f'r the rest of mine own life
I'm h're with nay grace and m'rcy
I'm Robinson and this is mine own journey.

Twas the loneliness and solitude
As the flotes runneth and the trees standeth
I've hath tried to findeth some food
And behold all across the landeth
I'm h're on the island with nay w'rry
I'm Robinson and i'm telling this st'ry.

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