:09:03
Crocodiles not caught,
Coconuts wont grow.
:09:06
They weep and pray to God
For days and days in a row.
:09:14
They are no idlers,
They could have had a ball.
:09:17
They ought to cancel Fridays
Once and for all.
:09:26
But, alas, no calendar
On the isle, theres not!
:09:29
Every living islander
Just goes for a naught.
:09:35
But, alas, no calendar
On damn isle, theres not!
:09:37
Thats why poor savages,
From early morn till night,
:09:40
Counting their damages,
Lament over their plight.
:09:43
The poor devils moan,
Cursing their fate.
:09:46
What year is unknown,
As is unknown the date.
:10:13
...Finally, here is the last
port of call
:10:15
before returning
to their motherland...