Aye laugh o'lot
To lot o' the laughing loot!
Looting lingering laughs underneath me squeaky smellin laughin' boot?
I boot to hoot the laugh o' lot
Underneath the loot
I looked near as it a nearby hoot
Laughing a'boot laughed o'lot boot
O' the laughs are a non stop constant laughing on going hoot!
So if ye see a pirate with a missin' boot,
Aye chipped smile with one yellow tooth
And he's walking strangely with a hoot
Laughin' o'lot to himself
Be weary!
For he has mistaken his lost boot for his lost loot
Now he walks to laugh o'lot singing the song of his lost foot
Which floated away with the loot between his toes sailing in the lost sea inside his boot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem