Stop your throwing, men, now halt

And you, let go of that catapult!

Rumor whispers in and out

Of pirates lurking hereabout...

Hide your convoys and shine your sword

Veterans of this fruit-loop war!

Our banana katanas whistle through air

Duck and don't complain it's unfair

The katana comes down and you head for the trees

"Pirates!" you shriek, falling to your knees...

But your ammunition is gone.

We're fearless.

We're hungry.

We lack Vitamin D.

And we're coming for your fruit.

Turakii: Fruit Pirate