Meanwhile, across the grassy green hills
the Pirate was walking alone
'cept for his net and his pistol, and small mountain rills
that would pinch him and make him groan.

He shooed them away just as the wind got worse
and snatched his black hat off his head,
and in his frustration he yelled his worst curse:
"Dumb onion-snout!" he said.

And then, looking up, he saw the dark clouds
gathering right over head,
and since there was no one for miles around
he let himself shiver with dread.