“Very well, a stanza, then. O bold and true, my pirate crew,—”
“And if they’re not, what then?” asked Frances.
“Thanks, Frances, that will make the next line. Ah, Davy Jones will get their bones,—mm.”
“Goodbye, ye merry men! Tra-la, another poem for our collection of masterpieces! Say it all, Hilary,” continued Cathalina.
Hilary, “struck an attitude” and with some prompting, repeated their latest effort:
“I’m Captain Kidd, the pirate bold,
Who sails the Kennebec;
My right arm helps ’em walk the plank
And little do I reck!
O, bold and true my pirate crew,