I’m a pirate, watch my sword.

I can swing it back and forth.

If I catch you with my claw,

I can always eat you raw.


In a storm the wind can blast,

so I cling onto my mast.

I don’t whine when it gets cold,

I just juggle with my gold.


There are many things to find,

and I drag them all aboard,

but no gold will ever shine

like my sharp and shiny sword.



Se ideer til bevægelse

s. 22 i bogen.

Rems og hop, Lotte Salling