Arrr, ya missed me with the cannonball. I be smart, I ducked, but me first mate looks like a small pancake, arrrr. He should not have tried to hide in the cuddy with the maidens. Arrr. I always wondered about him. Arrr
Truly a maiden you surely not be, if you be a pirate with us on the sea. Maidens are plunder, arrr that's what they be. Maidens are plunder from pirates that flee. Arrrr... Captain Seuss...
A cuddy be the little cabin on the deck. Arrrr! Now it be flat as a pancake as well.
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The Rhymin' Red Rover, that's what they call me,
Too old for a sailin', too young fo' the sea;
Set sail fo' a sunset, to a land that is free,
I'm the Rhymin' Red Rover, and that's where I'll be.