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From excitedly 'free,' to I miss the city, Ralph really turned around.
Like a kid left at home, he rejoiced in sea foam, but then lawlessness was found.
He proposed a fire then much to his ire, many kids left to hunt.
He then became quarry and while he did worry he realized man's evil at heart!
From a bossy young boy, to blood he enjoyed, this is the story of Jack.
In the start armed with knife, he spared a pig's life- paused at the thought of attack.
Then he learned to kill and then blood had appeal, so he was eager to bloody his blade.
So he made his own clan, which on blood he ran, for him Simon 'n' Piggy were slayed!
From quietly brooding to savagely whooping, this is how Roger had changed.
He'd said he's called Roger, then spoke he no further, then days passed made him deranged.
Like an addle brained wolf in cruel death he found mirth, rejoicing when warm blood was spilt.
He was tanned from the sun, his innocence gone, for murder he felt no guilt!
From fat, smart, and teased, to taken by sea, I tell you of poor Piggy's fate.
He worried 'bout adults, he was pelted with insults, he hid behind Ralph his one mate.
His heart cruelty tainted when with play was baited to attack a boy in cold blood.
He went to speak sense, then by tribe was dispensed, falling to the rocks with a thud.