I often ponder your composition
A seeming giant reservoir of water
Flowing as one, united
But is this really true?
Those oceans, large as they may be
Are dotted with little patches that choose to rise above
Islands--a radical departure from the norm
Who would have thought
That the first little island that decided to break through
Now, on one island
An ordinary island
There exists a vast forest of tropical trees
And that island is dotted by coconuts
Coconuts, coconuts, coconuts
But say that a pineapple were to appear
On that mystical Coconut Island
Is a pineapple a coconut?
Does a pineapple look like a coconut?
Well, not exactly…
Then why is there a pineapple on Coconut Island???
It is an outrage
To imagine that something so different,
Something so unlike a coconut,
Should dare appear on Coconut Island
You weren’t always a place of fruitfulness
Before that one island decided to break your glistening surface
You were an ocean
Where not even a coconut could survive
So why not give that pineapple a chance?
A chance to make a change,
A chance to turn Coconut Island into a habitable abode
It may be easier to stay in the ocean,
Or to identify with the norm
But it is the islands and the pineapples that make a difference
I want you to remember that, world