On a stranded island ill be,

With no one all around me

But i'll have just one thing

That will make me sing

A bucket of food just for me

For how i need food all my life

Those without it live in much strife

Ne ver be hungry

It's all just for me

For it i may need a knife

Food its what makes us grow

Without it you'll never know

Cause soon you'll be dead

and the birds will be fed

And that's the way life goes.