The waves lick a secret name

written with a stick on the island sand.

The season is over, and an end of game

is claimed with a seagull's band.

Robinson is alone again:

Friday is a clone and nothing more.

The season is over, the end of the game

is as before with a zero score.

Oh, Robbi, what is a horrible reason

to live on the island suppressing your wish,

what are you waiting from coming season?