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Pyrates


This isn't just a rowing boat
On a small city park mere,
It's a fighting Corsair ship
And the Spanish Main is near.
And that's not just a little boy
But the Captain of the band
Urging onward his crew with
His cutlass grasped in hand,
As the two ships close
For a mighty hard fight.
You can imagine the gore and
Screams in a summer's day light.
The ship comes to harbour
At the end of a hard fought day,
The Captain now a little boy
Tired out by all his play.
A young mother waiting
For her son to appear,
The little boat again tethered
On the small city park mere.


 


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Pyrates