Gramusa's diary   Spread out on the sea   Sworn to a pirate church   His shoulder a parrot perch      Joe, his parrot of old   Had an eye for gold   No dreamin' on telephone wires   Intead of conquered empires      Seven years ago   Broken bones      One dawn in a sleepy bay   Came pirate Bill McCray   His treasure colored golder   No parrot on his shoulder      Seven years ago   Gramusa lost Joe   No more company   To terrorize the sea      Broken-hearted he climbed to dive   No longer felt alive   That Belizian water tower   Was to be his grey flower      But below, the mud   Absorbed the thud   Momma's medicine sack   Fixed his broken back      Now at sea, he makes his tips   On snorkeling tourist trips   No more Gramusa the pirate grouch   Seven years without a slouch