Pirate’s Grandma

I never thought that this children's song contains so much management wisdom...

Wind fills the sails of brigantine,
Like in an old adage,
And pirate’s grandma’s sending off
Grandson to brigandage.

She packed brass knuckles and a knife,
And bag for loot and gold,
And then, of course, toothpaste and soap,
And fresh eye-patch in fold.

“My little pirate, dear child,
Our breadwinner,
Don’t board ships in vain,
Never skip your dinner.

Don’t visit dens and stashes,
Those guys run amok,
Put a chaser after rum.
For the healthy stomach.

Go from diamonds missing suit,
Don’t be defensive,
Don’t hurt orphans, not for naught -
Ammo is expensive!”
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Wind fills the sails of brigantine,
Like in an old adage,
And grandson-pirate’s sending off
Grandma to brigandage.

Pardon poor translation from Russian. The original text by Eduard Uspensky.