i peeked round the corner
of the children's door
and i will truly never forget
how happy they were, even though they know that they're poor

Freya, in her pirate voice
called out, "Ahoy, matey! Land our ship!"
and Louis in his parrot voice
cried, "Hooray! Let's have champagne to celebrate!" and took some water and had a sip

they grabbed their plastic shovels
and with them, flung around the blankets, standing bold
until they revealed a wooden box
full of plastic gold

i leaped into the room
with my silver, plastic sword
and shouted, "Get off me island! That gold belongs to me!"
and fought them, and made my fluffy parrot squawk

i battled for my treasure
but really i knew
that my children were my treasure
and if only they had a father, to fight with too