Robinson Crusoe

Every Tuesday, Friday spied him
Wriggling round on a triangular mound
«Let me teach you justice economics:
Shillings and pence
You know they don’t make no sense.»
How can you sell me sky and the rain?
They’re not of you however much you claim
Please don’t let the colour of my skin
Flavour your culinary coq-au vin
Vigour, vim and a perfect grin —
It made him one sunny jim
I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw
Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe
Friday’s daily dose of opiates
On my strict moral conscience it grates
So in punishment I sent him down
To a bamboo prison in a bamboo town
Friday’s puzzled, looking old
He really can’t tell what he’s done wrong;
«Look Mr. Crusoe, I can’t dig this
Why punish yourself for an indulgence in bliss?»
Vigour, vim and a perfect grin —
It made him one sunny jim
I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw
Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe