Alfred on an Island

Alfred on an Island

I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred,
But you are dead!
I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing
I'm at the Saragossa Island you said to me about it is nice
Here but a bit damp and foggy, hence my rusty voice.
a lifeboat that drifted ashore had a ship to shore radio
that is how I'm able to talk to you now.
But how do you get along with rough sailors, and their
salty language, not too bad as you know I play the violin
and they sing shanties and do a jig, I miss the piano though
but it would only rust here and I can't find a tuner.
I miss you, Alfred, of course, you do I thought how to be cultured
and in a way I'm your father, the real one abandoned you
The voice faded radio interference, but he said he missed too.
He had made my day he remembered me.