Pirates ! Part 2
Pirates! Part 1
Underneath a cloudy sky
Sail my fearsome crew and I.
To some I give the chance to live,
But most who’ve crossed my path have died.
All I drink are jugs of rum
From lunch until the morning comes.
And all I eat is rotten meat
That’s cooked below a wicked sun.
An ancient map, gripped in my hook,
Shows to us the way to look
To find a treasure far from measure;
Wealthy soon, no longer crooks!
Fish Baby
In a plane above the clouds
Young Walter cried so very loud.
His mother could not make him stop
And so his father threw him out.
Young Walter cried so very loud.
His mother could not make him stop
And so his father threw him out.
And after just a couple days
He turned into a little fish
Who had an ugly fishy face.
And caught an ugly little fish
“That fish looked just like us, my dear!”
Said father, as he licked his lips.
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