On and island somewhere there long sat a man
with a smile on his face and drink in his hand
With skin made of ivory, and hair set ablaze
he sat on his island and stared through the waves
He laughed and murmured and occasionally cried
as he walked with them all as they waded through life
And slowly they joined him, to sit on his beach,
To laugh and to love as waves broke at their feet
When the last one had joined them and all tears were shed,
He got to his feet and joyously said,
I've been with you always, I've watched through the years.
I'm proud of you all but at long last you're here,
But where are my manners, you've all come so far,
So ladies and gentlemen, please join me at the bar.