I went a sailing and a cruising
Looking for something distracting and amusing
I landed on shore
But all was markets and bore
Hopped into a jeep
And my eyes made a sweep
I drove and drove
Till I saw a landing dove
Alas, a tikki boomtown
That seemed to be holding a hoedown
Fire and brim
There was an echoing grim hymn
My heartbeat filled my eardrum
Strumming my eyes numb
I was not dour, I just wanted to devour
For I had set sail for a three hour tour, a three hour tour
But I soon had to leave my sense of rest
In the tropic island nest
Don’t think I will be back
But at least I got off the beaten track