Happily this afternoon

Along the beach I waddle

Looking at the sand

I spy an old, forgotten bottle

I scoop it up, and look at it

My eyes go big and wide

For heavens yes, there seems to be

A treasure map inside

Somewhere at the tail-end

Of this twisty dotted line

A chest of gold awaits

And soon it's going to be mine

I buy a sturdy shovel

Since the treasure will be deep

I buy expensive boots

Because my old ones are too cheap

I buy a fancy compass

And a treasure hunting cap

And off I set into the forest

Eyes upon my map

So carefully I trace the pathway

Every little bend

It's almost getting dark

Before at last I reach the end

I'm so excited, I can't help

But do a little jig

I calm myself, take out my shovel

And proceed to dig

I dig and dig and dig

Until my hands begin to hurt

Then finally! My treasure chest

All worn and caked in dirt

But when I look inside the chest

I only find a note

Upon it is the simple little message

And I quote:

"Everybody wants to find a buried treasure chest

But no-one wants to bury one

If you do

Be my guest"

Pirates are assholes...