But there’s something he don’t know
The mangy, manky so and so.
With that map he'll walk a trail
Through the Direst Dreadful Dale.
He'll swim the sea of Ghastly Gloom
Plodge the mud of Dismal Doom.
Edge his way cross Perilous Peaks
To get the treasure that he seeks
And then he'll find an empty box
For treasure's hidden in me socks,
Down me pants, beneath me bra,
Where none can find it, har, har, har.
Poem © Em Lynas 2015
Illustrations © Katherine Lynas 2015
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