Sunday, January 24, 2010

If I Were A One-legged Pirate

Dressed in our jammies, snuggled up on the couch on a cold winter night, Dad read us The Golden Book of Poetry. This was one of my favorite selections.

I Were A One Legged Pirate
by Mildred Plew Meigs

If I were a one-legged pirate
Ga-lumping around on a peg,
I'd flourish my pistol and fire it;
Then, sure as my right wooden leg,
I'd buy me a three-decker galleon
With cannon to port and to lee,
And wearing the king's medallion,
I'd head for a tropical sea!
Roaring a rough Ha-ha! Ha-ho!
Roving the routes of old,
Over the billows we would go
Sweeping the seas for gold!
Plying the lane
Of the Spanish Main
For Gold! Gold! Gold!

If I were a one-legged pirate
Ga-lumping around after loot,
I'd flourish my pistol and fire it;
Then, sure as my red leather boot,
I'd buy me a three decker galleon
With cannon to thunder a mile,
And bucking the sea like a stallion,
I'd head for a tropical Isle!
Roaring a rough Ha-ha! Ha-ho!
Chanting a chantey bold,
Over the billows we would blow,
Sweeping the seas for gold!
Plying the lane
Of the Spanish Main
For Gold! Gold! Gold!

But since I was not born a pirate
Ga-lumping around on a stick;
And since my toy gun when I fire it
Gives out but a little toy click;
Pretending my boat is a galleon,
My pond is a tropical sea,
I'll play I'm an old rapscallion,
But really I won't hurt a flea.
Roaring my small Ha-ha! Ha-ho!
Saying I'm someone bold,
Over the duck pond I will go
Roving the routes of old;
Plying the pond
And the stream beyond
For Gold! Gold! Gold!

7 comments:

  1. That brings back memories. Thank you.

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  2. That brings me right back to the couch in our living room, where we were snuggled around him. I can hear his voice, can you?

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  3. :) I need a Golden Book of Poetry.

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  4. I have quite a few of my old Golden Books, but I don't recognize this one! Fun memories!

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  5. Papa, I'm always happy to make someone smile.

    Rach, I hear his voice often. I think I always will.

    Beth, I'll keep my eyes open.

    Betsy, I think I loved the illustration as much as I loved the poem.

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  6. I memorized this when I was very young, I loved it so much. Something about its bold cadence resonated with my little spirit.

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    1. It will always be a favorite.
      Yes, the wild imagination of a child at play. Wouldn't it be great to go back for a day?
      Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
      :0)

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