In a land of sunshine, rainforests and sea,

On a Tropical island lush and free,
Lived a child named Deuce, just eight years old,

In the arms of a new country, with a gentle hold.

With eyes that sparkled like the waves,

And a heart as pure as the island's caves,

Deuce roamed the sandy shores,
Exploring nature's abundant stores.

He climbed the trees with nimble grace,
And chased the fireflies in a merry chase,

Collecting shells with wonder and delight,
As the sun painted the sky with colors so bright.

With laughter ringing through the air, this boy danced to the rhythm rare,

Of calypso beats and soca tunes,

Underneath the Caribbean moon.

He picked and savored fruits, so juicy and sweet,

From mangoes to pawpaws, a tropical treat,
And relished in the local fare,
Seasoned with love and culinary flair.