the trussed up pirate struggled, against those earthly bonds
as the sound of little feet and great long tail rippled cross the ponds
he knew his fate was closing in and he was out of luck
where his ears deceiving him? could he hear a faint Tick-Tock?
as the pirate allstars arr-harr'd across the tidal sands
the moonlight breifly lit up an Oceanic tailplane and a burnt out turbofan
'lummy' said a brigand, 'oi've never seen the loike!'
then a humungous bright blue polar bear went past, juggling, on a bike.
now the party's closing in on blue boys secret hide away
and the dappled blue of nighttime gives way to mornings grey
you survey the situation, and realise with dread
that when this days work is done, you'll most likely be quite dead
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