At first I thought that I'd survive without someone to hold,
I知 very independent and I never feel the cold,
I知 not afraid of terror and I知 really rather bold,
but if it has eight legs ... keep it at bay!
I知 sure I壇 not go hungry, for I壇 find a way to fish,
collect some of the sweetest fruits upon a seashell dish
and in the evening round the fire I壇 make a single wish,
that if it has eight legs ... drive it away!
And should a boat comes sailing by and see my beacon lit,
I think a rescue would be nice, the island I would quit,
into a manly crew of four, I know that I would fit,
with eight tanned legs between them ... I would stay!
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