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
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
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
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
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.