[Shizara]

A bedraggled, ragged rascal was behind a rugged rock
He had heard the sound of ticking from from the great, long tailed croc.
His heart it beat like many feet in frenzied fast retreat
As the thought had dawned upon him, the croc had thought of him as meat!

The bedraggled, ragged rascal was old Cap'N Blue's first mate
He had fallen short from grace he did, he stole from old Blue's plate.
But Cap'N Blue had other things, upon his shady mind
To watch his back and watch his jewels, the party's close behind!

Now the crew from the Ampersand had spread out near and far
They had brought on shore some ammunition; pickles in a jar.
They had plotted and had schemed, with skills they didn't know they had
Eating pickles they marched cussing; the wind was very bad.

Having reached their destination, they aimed their rears towards their prey
"Arrr, your number's up you scummy dogs your time has come today"
And on the count of three the crew then let their wind go free.
Ignited by a torch of fire, a branch from a nearby tree.

A sound went forth across the beach, a mighty cannon blast
But do you think the pirates now had finally breathed their last?
From the smoke that billowed from their cave; came Cap'N Blue and co
Cursing loud and muttering as towards the croc they go.