A pirate sails, in morning light.
His ship, a patchwork of the seas,
Cuts through the waves with whispered breeze.
The golden fish that swim below,
Glide through waters’ gentle flow.
They shimmer near his wooden hull,
Their scales a sight so colorful.
A pirate sails, in morning light.
His ship, a patchwork of the seas,
Cuts through the waves with whispered breeze.
The golden fish that swim below,
Glide through waters’ gentle flow.
They shimmer near his wooden hull,
Their scales a sight so colorful.