I’ll be lonely tomorrow with nobody here!” So he made in his note-book a couple of notes: “ I must first find some chickens ” and “ No, I mean goats .”
He had just seen a goat (which he knew by the shape) When he thought, “But I must have a boat for escape. But a boat means a sail, which means needles and thread; So I’d better sit down and make needles instead.”
He began on a needle, but thought as he worked, That, if this was an island where savages lurked, Sitting safe in his hut he’d have nothing to fear, Whereas now they might suddenly breathe in his ear!
So he thought of his hut…and he thought of his boat, And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and goat, And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for his thirst)… But he never could think which he ought to do first.
And so in the end he did nothing at all, But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl. And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved— He did nothing but basking until he was saved!
