Thar be too many there,
It just wasn't okay.
So I fled on me rum,
And went on for the day.
My first stop was an isle,
That I remember so well,
From the mainland up north,
Where my frosty mates sail.
Thar colors be more of a fiery type,
And I be changing that here today.
Forget the bright shade of yellow they covet,
I'll make it bright green, it will be my way!
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