The waves lick a secret name
written with a stick on the island sand.
The season is over, and an end of game
is claimed with a seagull's band.
Robinson is alone again:
Friday is a clone and nothing more.
The season is over, the end of the game
is as before with a zero score.
Oh, Robbi, what is a horrible reason
to live on the island suppressing your wish,
what are you waiting from coming season?- Just carrot, parrot, and flying fish.