Gramusa's Diary

Gramusa's diary
Spread out on the sea
Sworn to a pirate church
His shoulder a parrot perch

Joe, his parrot of old
Had an eye for gold
No dreamin' on telephone wires
Intead of conquered empires

Seven years ago
Broken bones

One dawn in a sleepy bay
Came pirate Bill McCray
His treasure colored golder
No parrot on his shoulder

Seven years ago
Gramusa lost Joe
No more company
To terrorize the sea

Broken-hearted he climbed to dive
No longer felt alive
That Belizian water tower
Was to be his grey flower

But below, the mud
Absorbed the thud
Momma's medicine sack
Fixed his broken back

Now at sea, he makes his tips
On snorkeling tourist trips
No more Gramusa the pirate grouch
Seven years without a slouch