In the Bay of Slaves the ships home port
The pirates lived in a wooden fort
Stealing and fighting was their sport
A modest abode for their knavish sort
Many children joined for class inside
Rules were kept for those to abide
Alexzanders eyes swept side to side
Behind the captain he tried to hide
“From now on you’re my son and this your home.
Other children are here, no more alone.
Your teacher is a professor from Rome.
So enjoy this land and make it your own.”