To be a pirate the things I,d see,
the high waves as the ship goes
up and down, down and up on
the sea. Arrr I feel sick over the
side I will mostly be.
Swab the decks so they be as
clean asthey can be, darn this
boat of wood the splinters I be
getting, I be needing tweezers
and me mummy.
I want treasure, I want to bury
it where no one can see, I,ve done
this many times but I keep forgetting
as I have a poor memory.
I want to be a pirate, the things
I would see, but I want to put my
flag on themast a smiling skull it
would be.
I,m not a normal pirate as they
seem to say, I be to nice, and
I,m not very good at sea As I,m
always over the side giving the
fish food that comes out of my tummy.
I,m a pirate all can see, I dont
have a sword as I always be cutting
my tummy, I dont think I,m cut out
for this life upon the high sea.
I think ill do kids parties with my
ballon sword, no more cuts for me just
out of breath, as it keeps popping in me.
My choclate coins I must remember
are not to buried or to eat, there for
the children arrr no choclate for pirate me.