pirates drink rum

for the pirates in my life; rum drinkers and shipmates alike

peek-a-boo, little treasure in the grass!
oy there, young laddie, fill up my glass!
ahh, if my pals were to be pirates and wenches,
would i plunder, pillage or dutifully occupy benches?
say i, "i say, could both i be?"
"nay," i say, "i belong to the sea."
on free, open hills of water,
whose movements shall not falter.
with me thievin' scallywag fellows
we'll avoid havin' ourselves tossed in the gallows
travel Davy Jones until there is no light
steer dangerously onward, all through the night!
through all odds, battle enemies for treasure!
have a bottle of rum, just for good measure!
now keep up, gents, no time to even the score;
for the horizon brings a new day for more.