If I were a on an isle
Id bring a croc from the nile
One who showed all sixty nine teeth when it smiled
Then Id bring a ton of veggies and beans
By the boatloads you see
And a woman named Alice to cook them for me
You see gizmos and gadgets may be useless to me
Unless I was building a house then Id have all that I need
But two people on this island alone for ten years
I wonder after five would I wish Mr Wilson was here
Would she be my lover, my friend, or a even my foe
Would she be one of three things I would send back on a boat
But instead of saying " One of these days, POW ! right in the kisser !"
I would feed her to Nelly my croc, so surely Id miss her
My belly too would be fat but not from eating tree bark and all that
Stuff that you learn from that Bear Grylls Survivor cat
But after ten years I would leave this island in style
With luggage and shoes I made from my croc of the nile