20 January 2013
He jumps at his own shadow, Waves his wooden sword in the air. He'd be the best pirate yet, If you wasn't so scared.
If he had a compass, He could do it right. If he knew how to read maps, He'd learn how to fight.
Swabbing decks or dueling foes, Either job would do. If only he could go sailing With those mighty buckaroos.
With his homemade eyepatch And his trusty wooden sword, He'll sail on a hope and dream. The destination he's sailing towards.
The Pirate Ship • Opuss № I