All alone in the island lay,
A kid lost and scared to death,
Couldn't blow the spiralling shell,
Because he would have lost his breath.

During a hot day, down on the sand,
Kids were appearing, one by one,
No grown ups amongst them,
Meaning they can have much fun.

But looking down at the ocean,
No one to be seen, a hopeless sight,
Kids have to survive on their own,
Choosing a leader to help them fight.

The terrace, the lagoon, and the palms all were,
A small part of the island that could be seen,
Leaving much to be explored,
To help them survive and stay clean.