Shamus the Pirate

Shamus is a pirate, who sails the ocean’s blue He isn’t fierce or grumpy - he’s just like me and you. He hasn’t got a beard or a parrot on his shoulder, these are things a pirate gets when they become much older.

His daddy is the captain and he rule’s the seven seas, each day he captures ships and ports before he’s had his tea. But he’s never killed a sailor, nor a soldiers had to die truth be told, this pirate bold, would never hurt a fly.

Shamus walked the poop deck, it made him truly happy, especially as upon this deck, he never wore a nappy. The wind blew in his tresses and across his buttocks white, And two moons greeted all aboard, when they set sail at night.

Shamus waved his rattle and created quite a fuss, as in his mind he fought a dragon, with his shiny cutlass. And as the dragon slowly fell upon the earth so cold, He split in two and emptied out his stolen pirate gold.

Like pirates all across the world, there comes a time for bed, when a ship bound sailor must close his eyes and rest his weary head. So quickly mum will take him off and lay him in his bunk, All wrapped in sheets of feather down, his malted milk all drunk.

His eyes soon close, he leaves this shore and sails across the deep, And dreams of lands all made of gold, as he drifts off to sleep.