A pirate with an eye patch
Is a frightful sight.
One day I’ll rule the waves
And must show the fight
I’ll have in me as a captain
Striking terror left and right
So none oppose
‘Cause all suppose
None are fierce as I.
So I picked a perfect patch
And strapped it ‘cross my eye
As if I’d took a blinding scratch
That shut off half the sky.
I’d never looked so fierce before,
There’d be no going back.
When you’ve got the upper hand
Attack! Attack! Attack!
So I put a patch on that high hand,
Admired it a bit,
Then patched the lower one
For a pair of fearsome mitts.
I patched my nose, my ears,
My toes and arms and knees,
By the end I’d wrapped myself
Till I was well and truly squeezed.
I’ll admit that on a ship
I’d look a little funny,
But when it comes to terror
Few are feared more than a mummy.
So I sail now for the desert
To rule the sandy waves
As a haunting mummy pirate
Who could not keep a grave.