He prayed for his personal crop to yield
“Lono, make my septic slop fill a field!”
The carved one placed above his bed held a grin
His eyes would lock with Lono’s eyes
Every time he put it in
Soon Lono provided a tree heavy with fruit
Shells cry out triumphant
“Lonoikamakahiki”
Take this torch, hot, ready or not
Someone near has found you in the universe
Bring the offerings every one
Come and see what Lono has done
Ala alas hang so low
If you have need then I’ll bring seed and
Pele next will give me strength to blow