Shiver Me Timbers: A Pirate’s Life for Me
O’ buccaneer I’ve yet to meet
though now you ply the ocean blue
there is no treasure trove as sweet
as a hearty “a’hoy” from you.
I sit and wait to share your plunder
and caress the parrot on your shoulder.
Our outlaw love shan’t be torn asunder
in your midwestern cove we’ll grow older.
You’ll sing shanties on your guitar
while I budget out gold doubloons.
I’ll sigh and shiver at your “YAARRR”
as on stormed tossed seas we spoon.
Captain or First Mate, no matter what your rank,
as long as we are one, we’ll never walk the plank.