plundering the high seas,
water up to their knees,
all the while looking for treasure,
this, my friend was thier leisure,
parrots rest upon their shoulders,
with cannonballs as big as boulders,

"stand you're grounds!" the french leader ordered,
as the russians appeared from the horizon,
"don't worry about this invasion;
i'm sure it won't last long!"

the russians cried a mighty call,

the vines they creep and slither,
through the mountain pass,
neverending, leaves are trembling,
in a green and golden mass.

the vines they snake their way,

Some people think I can't work properly,
Because i am disabled.
my friends they seem to laugh at me,
They think i am unabled.

some people think that they are better,