Don’t bite the hand that feeds.

When you come to my side,

And get to enjoy this life,

In the sun and the waves,

Eat the fruit off my trees,

Belly full,

Complete.

As you bask in the breeze,

No emotion unfelt,

Unsaid.

No regret taste in your mouth.

Undone.

When we call you over,

And you Nap on the grass under our tree,

Look at my arches,

Say you love my colors,

This is red rover,

Now you’re on our team.

You play for me,

And we are the free.

No one left out,

It’s the same for me,

When I left-

And when the other side claims me.