argh

the wooden pirate

with a real leg

‘pon his left shoulder

not a parrot but a peg

 

argh

his ship inverted

sailed ‘neath the wave

and in his treasure chest

was a craggy cave

 

argh

he roared with rum

empty barrels were full

his flag was white

black bones and skull

 

argh

the flag though ripped

caught on his hook

but not for a hand

‘twas ‘stead of a foot

 

argh

he roamed the undersea

looking for loot

but oh all the bubbles

from a whale in a boot

 

argh

the old salt

was seawardly feared

for everyone knew

and heard of Woodbeard

 

argh

the submariner pirate

of raid and of plunder

sprang up on those

and pulled them all under