“Playing Pirate,” Friend, Feb. 1984, 27
Playing Pirate
When I play I’m a pirate,
I’m awfully brave and bold;
I pretend that my doll’s suitcase
Is a treasure chest of old.
I fill it up with marbles
And soda-bottle caps,
Then make believe it’s buried
And draw some treasure maps.
On my head I wear a kerchief
Pulled down across one eye;
My flag is made of cardboard,
And I hold it way up high.
My ship is just a rocker
With a towel-sail overhead.
When I land, I’ll dig the treasure out
From underneath my bed.