When I walk across the grass,
grown-ups tell me to not be so crass,
When I walk,
They give me the talk,
All I want Is to be alone,
But they won’t let me have a phone,
I can’t go worldwide,
That is one thing that would give me pride,
So I am stuck in this house,
With nothing to talk with, not even a mouse,
All the animals were hated,
And that really infuriated,
Me, the person, me,
And all I want them to see,
That I wanted to get off this Island,
This is really getting out of hand.