Upon the Isles of the Sea

. . .  and they are scattered to and fro upon the isles of the sea . . . 
First Nephi. Chapter Twenty-two. Verse 4.

I wish I could be scattered to a pleasant tropic isle,
where coconuts are plentiful and all the natives smile.
But when I sin and make mistakes the Lord does punish me
by keeping me at home in bed, not out upon the sea.
I used to know those torrid beaches in my days of strength;
now I never travel, reading scripture at some length.
The only thing that's scattered are my wits upon occasion;
and so those pleasant smiling isles are safe from my invasion.