by Shel Silverstein 


Oh, the blithery, blathery pirate

(His name, I believe, is Claude),

His manner is sullen and irate,

And his humor is vulgar and broad.


He has often been known to imprison

His friends in the hold dark and dank,

Or lash them up high on the mizzen,

Or force them to stroll down a plank.


He will selfishly ask you to dig up

Some barrels of ill-gotten gold,

And if you so much as just higgup,

He'll leave you to fill up the hole.


He may cast you adrift in a rowboat

(He has no reaction to tears)

Or put your ashore without No boat

On an island and leave you for years.


He's a rotter, a wretch and a sinner,

He's foul as a fellow can be,

But if you invite him to dinner,

Oh, please sit him next to me!


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