The Pirate's Lost Treasure

On sandy shores, with palms so high, A pirate searched beneath the sky. A weathered map clutched in his hand, For pirate gold, across the land.

His parrot squawked, "X marks the spot! But dig we must, and dig a lot!" Old One-Eye Pete, with beard so grand, Began to dig upon the sand.

The parrot screeched, "Left, then right! Beneath the moon, and starry night!" Pete followed close, with shovel keen, Unearthing secrets, yet unseen.

He dug and dug, with might and main, Through sun-soaked sand, and salty rain. The map it fluttered, old and worn, 'Til finally, a chest was born!

With rusty hinges, creak and groan, The pirate opened what was known, Not golden coins, nor jewels bright, But chocolate doubloons, a sweet delight!

Pete roared with laughter, loud and free, "The best darn treasure there could be! Chocolate gold, a yummy treat!" A pirate's joy, oh so complete!