Avast There
'Shiver me timbers!'
did the ship's skipper shout
while ever-taking the poltroon's measure
and never more sending him out and about
in search of doubloons or buried treasure
for 'twas a pitifully poor pirate indeed
who was deceived in those days of old
when perceived he presumed piles of pyrite
as anything more than fool's gold
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