In the jungle, insects creeping
In the Love Shack, eight friends sleeping
And around them, such a pleasant world
They each did help create.

The question's not about surviving
Cause believing it that we're thriving
And the reason is we all put in to reach this friendly state.

We've got fire, food and shelter
Water for the tropic swelater
And a pig pen capped with fragile linds and set with spongy bay

Sometimes taro root with pepper,
Though we all know fish tastes better
But no matter what we're eating still our appetites we stave.

Though the challenges we've won
We know the strength is in the fun.
We have been swapping tales and holding hands, discussing one's next fate.

So it's nice there's trees for climbing
And I have some time for rhyming
But the beauty lies in what we've done, our Love Tribe made of eight.