There was once a man whose age was fourscore
Who spoke never more
But when he only stares
And when he sinks in his chair
He thinks of his glory days.
He thinks of his travels on ships and docks
With wooden floorboards and seagull flocks
He thinks of all the pretty ladies that he once knew.
And wondered, "What will I do?"
But gold to mine
Oh, whatever shall I do?"
However, with hearts to break
And gold to take
He could only yell "Encore!"
With oceans of green and blue
And
He'd consider it paradise.
With fishes and whales of epic scales
He could only dream of how they got there.
With long journeys and more jewels to plunder
He grew older, but never got in a blunder.
Sneaking and snooping out of dilemmas
He was lucky to get an eye patch and peg leg
30 years later.
Then came the time to rest and retire
He
For the sea was his only true love
Of which he considered his beloved.
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