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(Sang to the tune of Home on the Range)
Old, old as the Hills
Old, old as the hills,
When me fingers hurt I takes me pills,
I am seldomly heard,
giving an encouraging word,
Cuz I’m curmudgeonly and angry all day!
Old, old as the hills,
Yet pirates I still play with skills,
Most of me hair may be gone,
and what’s left is gray,
But without pirates you’d best stay out of me way!
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