On this beach I now awake,
Need to move for in the sun I'll bake,

Find a rock I'll take it down,
Hit it till I reach the ground,

I take some wood from a man,
So I can make a building plan,

While I build I hear a noise,
One that would shake most boys,

An arrow flies with furious zest,
And a wooden spear penetrates my chest,

Just as the blood begins to crust,
I whisper to myself,
"I love Rust"