The night my mom and dad went out I said,
we won't be babysat.
They said you must not grump and pout,
we're going out, and that is that.
We planed a quite exciting night,
at first we'll dine by candlelight.
Then watch your most instructive show
in which we'll learn how flowers grow.
You have to promise to behave.
Then from the hole there
came a pitter thump.
We know you'll both be brave.
Say hello to your babysitter.
His hair was gray.
His face was scarred,
right leg a peg, left hand the hook.
He grinned the grin and said, my card.
>> [LAUGH]
>> It read, Long John Macron, ship's cook.
My mom and dad said time to run, Mr.
Macron is going to feed you.
Long John said, ladies, you have fun and
we will call you if we need you,
which we will not, so off resumed.
My sister whispered, we are doomed.
>> [LAUGH]
>> My parents had not been gone long
when someone knocked upon the door.
And two cracked voices raised in song
were joined by several voices more.
The door was opened, in they came
a pirate crew, they were not tame.
Now one was fat and one was thin,
one had a hankie on her head.
One played upon the violin,
15 bad man upon a dead man's chest and
such like pirate duties.
My sister said, excuse me, when is dinner?
Coming soon, my pretties,
replied a pirate queen.
So then the pirates headed for the fridge
and gazed inside with puzzled looks.
Some of the pirates scratched their heads.
Some of the pirates sucked their hooks.
>> [LAUGH]
>> It's difficult to choose, said one.
Impossible, again another,
we have to feed them Long John said.
I told their father and their mother,
we pirates always keeps our word.
That each pirate nodded head.
And so they thoughtfully conferred,
[SOUND], beans on toast.
>> [LAUGH]
>> No beans, no bread.
Or scrambled eggs?
Too complicated.
>> [LAUGH]
>> Spaghetti, looks like worms one said.
Old Long John thought, he hesitated.
He said, me hearties, this is true,
we ought to do what pirates do.
We ought to make a pirate steal.
Long John produced an ancient pot,
he then produced a wooden spoon.
We will serve it piping hot
underneath a pirate's moon.
He beat his spoon against the pan and
with one voice they all began
shouting out most joyfully.
Now we're back home from the sea,
pirates stew.
Pirates stew.
Pirates stew for me and you.
Pirates stew, pirates stew,
you eat it and you won't be blue.
You can be a pirate too.
[SOUND]
