Into the frigate's sails, the azure twilight crept
Grandma the pirate, her pirate grandson outfitted
Pistols she packed, a sack for the gold she kept
Soap, toothpowder - all that she could have fitted
Spoon's here, cup's here, a fresh shirt too.
The musket aimed true, the rum barrel in view!
He's so absentminded, leaves it all behind.
Old grandma, grey-haired, spoke softly, so kind:
"Our raiding lad, our one-eyed falcon bold
Don't board for plunder without reason untold.
Shun the vice dens, don't waste your shot in vain,
Nor wrong the orphans, your powder don't profane.
And if you've no better move to make,
Then lead with diamonds, that's the play to take.
"Silver in chest, gold 'neath pillow stowed...
Here the grandson her wise words erode:
"If this all you know so well, grandmother dear,
Then you go yourself, and I'll stay basking here!"