Willow Cochrane

Pirate Squerril - Poem by Willow Cochrane

O pirate squirrel, o pirate squirrel,
Trying to take the great black pearl.
Musket fire all around, dead squirrels on the ground.
The pirate squirrels will fight for rum, rum, the lovely rum.
Pirate squirrel Prism, will take a stand against the demon squirrel band.
Shooting left and right, the demon squirrels will stand to fight.
Prism falls, Prism dies, never again to see the blue sky.
Now the demon squirrels are using hooks,
Launching themselves to every nook.
Now the pirate squirrels send out their best,
Putting Chipper the Ripper to the test.
Chipper, slaying left and right, the demon squirrels have lost this fight.
Now the pirates break out the rum, WHOOZA, WHOOZA!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 7, 2010

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