Followin’ the trail on the old treasure map, <br />I came to the spot that said “Dig right here.” <br />And four feet down my spade struck wood <br />Just where the map said a chest would appear. <br />But carved in the side were written these words: <br />“A curse upon he who disturbs this gold.” <br />Signed, Morgan the Pirate, Scourge of the Seas. <br />I read these words and my blood ran cold. <br />So here I sit upon untold wealth <br />Tryin’ to figure which is worse: <br />How much do I need this gold? <br />And how much do I need this curse?<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morgan-s-curse/
