Bold bad pirates on a bold bad craft (Three little kids on a makeshift raft), And the Captain says, with a cruel lip, "Men, get ready an' we'll board that ship. She's chuck full of a heap of gold, Tons of ducats are inside her hold, Rubies, di'monds, oh you better bet She's got treasure that we're gonna get." Where's the ship? Well, to you and me There's no ship for the eyes to see, But those bold pirates, they can see her plain, A tall, tall galleon built in Spain, With her captain shaking in his Spanish shoes As he thinks of riches he is doomed to lose To the bold bad pirates on a bold bad craft (Three little kids on a makeshift raft). Oh, the pirate chief waves his sword in wrath (To you and me it's a piece of lath), But we're grown up and we've lost our sight; To the pirate chief it's a sword, all right. He waves his blade and he cries out, "Men, We'll board that ship!" and then—just then His mother calls, and he wails, "Aw gee, All the time she's a-callin' me," And the spell is gone, and the bold bad craft Is just three kids on a makeshift raft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY by DARA WIER SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG PORTRAIT BY PICHER by FRANCES BAKER THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |