Under the table, when dinner's through, There is my fav'rite cave. My sister she is a pirate crew, An' I am a captain brave. With treasure out of the cookie jar, And plunder from other lands, To the pirate lair that's hidden there We creep on our knees and hands. Before the people get up to go, Then is the time to hide. I whisper, "Ho, my lads, lie low, There are foes on every side!" And then I thump on the table top, And Papa says, "Hey! What's that?" And another thump makes Mother jump And guess that it's just the cat. But Papa says, when I thump again, "P'r'aps it's a pirate bold!" And his legs an' feet come huntin' then, A-tryin' to catch a-hold; He keeps me hurryin' back an' forth Till his hands come huntin' too, Then I sink the ship when I feel his grip, And Mother she gets the crew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM |