Treasure Map Lyrics

Happily this afternoon, along the beach I waddle.
Looking at the sand, I spy an old forgotten bottle.
I scoop it up and look at it. My eyes go big and wide,
for heavens yes, there seems to be a treasure map
inside!

Somewhere at the tail-end of this twisty dotted line
a chest of gold awaits, and soon it's going to be mine.

I buy a sturdy shovel, since the treasure will be deep.
I buy expensive boots, because my old ones are too
cheap.
I buy a fancy compass and a treasure-hunting cap.
Then off I set into the forest, eyes upon my map.

So carefully I trace the pathway, every little bend. It's almost getting dark before-- At last! I reach the
end.
I'm so excited, I can't help but do a little jig.
I calm myself, take out my shovel, and proceed to dig.

I dig and dig and dig until my hands begin to hurt.
Then finally, my treasure chest! All worn and caked in
dirt.

But when I look inside the chest, I only find a note.
Upon it is this simple little message, and I quote:
"Everybody wants to find a buried treasure chest,
but no one wants to bury one. If you do, be my guest."

Pirates are assholes.

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