Oh, we’re Pirates, bad and bold,
And we rove the seas for gold.
We scuttle ships and make captives walk the plank,
And we laugh with horrid glee as we push them in the sea
And they drown in the water so cold.
Mother Goose [aside]: I hope he isn’t telling the truth, but he always was the black sheep of the family.
I think you’re joking, Captain Kidd,
And want to frighten me.
I’m sure you never scuttled ships
And caused such misery.