From Long John Silver's shoulder the parrot Captain Flint took sail,
Launching himself into the warm breeze over towards the gale,
For the winds were getting up and he was their lookout today,
For none could man the crows nest with its violent ebb and sway.
His feathers were soft and glistening of a very vibrant hue,
Inside across his breast was yellow and the outer green and blue,
Resplendent in his plumage he felt like the Prince of all the birds,
What was best was when put to the test he could say many words.
A talking parrot was a precious cargo and one they sorely valued,
Not many men could count to ten for with brains they weren't imbued,
So his intellect seemed surprising and he found much renown,
Being the crews' favoutire playing up always acting the clown.
He was a clever parrot because he was raised away in the Far East,
For the Sultan's youngest daughter practised lessons with her beast,
He was nothing more than a clever pet to her but here he had his uses,
Was fed well for his work and relished the exotic fruits and juices.
His eye was sharp and he'd tell like all birds if a storm was coming,
Or if a navy friggot was over the crest way before you heard it's drumming,
He could spy treasure and was very valuable to the Captain of late,
They'd drop everything if he uttered the phrase, "pieces of eight".
That would be their cue to ready themselves for violent plunder,
And their cries went out to chill the blood louder than thunder,
Captain Flint the parrot was a member of the crew just as much as you,
Perhaps more useful some would say so he's given honorary rank too.
Off he flies in the sky to check on all the seas could no doubt reveal,
Enjoying the freedom they allowed him with his customary zeal,
He was a happy bird though the gulls would often try to goad him,
To force him out the skies and make his life just a little more grim.
So he'd often be content to sit on the shoulder of his doting host,
Stroked and encouraged to play for the admiration he liked the most,
For true his vanity was shameful and he had a foul mouth too,
Being around the bawdy pirates you pick up a rough phrase or two.
Magnificent in flight I give you the scurge of those avian waves,
The pirate parrot who ruled the sea with the life most sailor's crave,
Aboard the finest vessel with an infamous wanted crew,
I love this bird and have you heard he knows of a treasure chest true.
Indeed upon an island which he speaks of and can plot a route,
He watched them bury their spoils and the secret I won't refute,
For I've seen him memorise and repeat a whole speech,
Once I saw him fly away three days and we found him on our beach.
I give you the famous Captain Flint whose mother was a macaw,
Now the greatest parrot who lives by the beak and the claw,
Fighting his way to freedom and living on the best life can provide,
He has his eye on love and searches the seas for a beautiful parrot bride.