Well Pardon The Pun
Shiver me timbers
Call me captain mate
Pillage and plunder
More pieces of eight
Gather the booty
And scuttle the ship
On the double lad
Or I’ll crack the whip
Set her on fire
And send her to hell
Davy Jones locker
Is looking quite swell
Blow me down laddie
Set sail for the sun
May God strike me dead
Well pardon the pun
Edwin Tanguma © 9/21/2013
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