The Rumless Pirate
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rootbeer
There be termites on me wooden leg
I've got me parrot on me shoulder
That I've hatched from his mama's egg
I've forgotten where I buried me treasure
My map's in me treasure chest
I thought it would be much safer there
Don't judge me, I'm doing me best
I just love the smell of the salty air
The seven seas, I long to be
Hoist the anchor and raise the sails
It's a pirate's life for me
The skull and crossbones are on me flag
And I live by the pirate's code
Me scurvey crew will swab the deck
To make clean me humble abode
A pirate's ditty ye asked fer
So ye can take this to the bank
But I'll be tellin' ye now if I don't place
I'll make ye walk the plank
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