down in the shadows where hobbits

and thirsty islanders thrive

a Tiki existence calls them home

where the flaming waters survive

dark and humble a wind cools

the mind and feeds the soul

Tonga booths fill up as the

faithful sip from fiery bowls

old fashioned Jukebox and flowery

shirts wave as the lights turn low

Ian smiles and nods to all the pilgrims

as he shakes the potions so slow

Liz beats a happiness drum while she

pours medicine from the gods

rush hour is over and they enter

squad after glorious squad

funky and olden from a long

Pacific watery past

friendly and warms the spirits and

comfort bridges the past

beach lords and lasses share

secrets and make nice

the drinks are delicious filled

with coconuts and ice

elixirs with juice and unknown drops

from a mountain top range

warming the belly so the mind can

tune into magnificent change

Tonga existence Tonga delight

brings joy to the gut

four is the time and Tonga is the hut

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