Old Woodbeard

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