[ in the time of old with sword and boat, ]

in the time of old with sword and boat,
were all the kool cats enjoyed to float,
were every sentence contained an argggg,
lived a pirate called capitan Kellzard,

His skin is weather-beaten,
He wears a yellow sash,
With a handkerchief around his head,
And a brilliant black mustache.

Kellzard was a man of many talents,
such as sailing, sword play and amazing balance,
he sailed the sea with an iron fist,
and many a lady did the bold capitan kiss,

but his one true weakness was a special place,
a place which every pirate would embrase,
this was a place were legends were made,
up in a town so far away,

this place had ruined pirates before,
even the ones addicted to whores,
this was a land of no gold or fight,
just a land were a pirate could rest a night,

it was an island were pirates could play,
and not wory that the navi would laugh and call them gay,
a safe haven for all a man,
who ever was it with this magnificent plan?

but a pirate of course whos name ive forgotten,
probbaly one still evil and wrotten,
but the island was free so even the navi may lay,
cause even they like to rest some day.