End

Lower the curtain of vines down,
Throw the skull into the seas,
Build up a funeral pyre on the mountain,
Let Simon drift in the waves,
Piggy sinks and lays on the bottom,
Lay his glasses on the mountain,
Where he tried so hard,
To keep the fire burning,
Raise a monument to the hunters,
And the fallen sow,
Lay Roger in a grave in the pig run,
While Ralph sails away,
Remembering the past,
And going on,
Past the Island's end.