Little Red Journal

Oh me oh my

As I look up at the sky

I seem to have myself in a pickle.

Oh dear oh dear

I am stranded you hear?

No one seems to be in sight.

I look back at sandy ground

Oh wow look what I have found!

It is my little red journal.

I shall write every day,

Just about anything I have to say

About this strange island.

Maybe someone will find my little journal that is red

And read it all after I am dead

And share my journey with all.