Dumped on an island green,
No adults to be seen.
Shelters and signal fires
Or hunting and playing island desires?
Ruled by the conch, or overruled?
Life is fun, don't be fooled.
Still dreaming of life at home
Wanting bath and bed and comb
And mommy to hug if the beast is near
Only the biguns have no fear!
The flies stick to you like glue.
Is that a boat coming to our rescue?
Why is there no smoke?
I'm gonna kill that jack bloke!
That's if he doesn't kill me here,
Launching at me with that spear.
The Lord of the Flies wants us far away
And Jack's tribe is growing everyday.
Now I'm dead for sure-
Is that a boat upon the shore?