"When I was young I used to hold
I'd run away to sea,
And be a Pirate brave and bold
On the coast of Caribbee.
"For I sez to meself, `I'll fill me hold
With Spanish silver and Spanish gold,
And out of every ship I sink
I'll collar the best of food and drink.
"`For Caribbee, or Barbaree,
Or the shores of South Amerikee
Are all the same to a Pirate bold,
Whose thoughts are fixed on Spanish gold.'
"So one fine day I runs away
A Pirate for to be;
But I found there was never a Pirate left
On the coast of Caribbee.
"For Pirates go, but their next of kin
Are Merchant Captains, hard as sin,
And Merchant Mates as hard as nails
Aboard of every ship that sails.
"And I worked aloft and I worked below,
I worked wherever I had to go,
And the winds blew hard and the winds blew cold,
And I sez to meself as the ship she rolled,
"`O Caribbee! O Barbaree!
O shores of South Amerikee!
O, never go there: if the truth be told,
You'll get more kicks than Spanish gold.'"
"And that's the truth, mate," said Bill to Bunyip Bluegum. "There
ain't no pirates nowadays at sea, except western ocean First Mates,
and many's the bootin' I've had for not takin' in the slack of
the topsail halyards fast enough to suit their fancy. It's a hard
life, the sea, and Sam here'll bear me out when I say that bein'
hit on the head with a belayin' pin while tryin' to pick up the
weather earring is an experience that no man wants twice. But toon
up, and a song all round."
"I shall sing you the `The Penguin Bold,'" said Sam, and, striking
a graceful attitude, he sang this song--
"To see the penguin out at sea,
And watch how he behaves,
Would prove that penguins cannot be
And never shall be slaves.
You haven't got a notion
How penguins brave the ocean,
And laugh with scorn at waves.
"To see the penguin at his ease
Performing fearful larks
With stingarees of all degrees,
As well as whales and sharks ;
The sight would quickly let you know
The great contempt that penguins show
For stingarees and sharks.
"O see the penguin as he goes
A-turning Catherine wheels,
Without repose upon the nose
Of walruses and seals.
But bless your heart, a penguin feels
Supreme contempt for foolish seals,
While he never fails, where'er he goes,
To turn back-flaps on a walrus nose."
"It's all very fine," said the Puddin' gloomily, "singing about
the joys of being penguins and pirates, but how'd you like to be
a Puddin' and be eaten all day long?"