Pirate's Son by Tiffany Hulse
Ships sailing out in the ocean,
Birds flying high in the sky.
Thereâs an old man whoâs neither rich or poor,
Whoâs not afraid to die.
âCause heâs living life like a pirateâs son,
Never worries about what heâs said or done.
The jolly roger flies and the cannons roar,
âXâ marks the spot in the sand on shore.
He surrounds himself with sailors,
They get along just fine.
He tells them tales of long ago,
When the trade ships lined the coastline.
He staggers home from the tavern,
Three sheets to the wind.
The buccaneers at the bar they enjoy his tales,
And each buy him a bottle of gin.
He lives down on his sailboat,
Itâs anchored in the bay.
And when he falls asleep, he then starts to dream,
About the stories heâll tell the next day.