I'm on an island,
I'm on an island,
way out at sea,
I must have it with me.
What could it be?
My cell phone of course,
so I can call my friends,
and take lots of selfies,
before the day ends.
I can order some pizza,
delivery is fine,
I can wait for its arrival,
while I'm shopping online.
If I get sleepy,
I'll set an alarm,
a power nap is healthy,
it will do me no harm.
If I get lonely,
through my photos I'll look,
I can listen to music,
and read a book.
So you see why it's vital,
to have my cell phone,
because when I have it
I'm never alone.
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