It be Christmas speakin'.
Me bucko Louis told me 'bout 'tis day, 'n i reckon it be a jolly thin' he did.
This day be finer than the finest of them gold doubloons n' spiced rum.
I be thankful to Louis 'n other buckos fer hostin' such a fine event on a day like 'tis.
Why, when Louis told me 'bout 'tis interestin' day, I thought he was kookoo bananas!
But now I can spy wit' ye eye why 'tis day makes him grog-filled.
Me pals would call me kookoo bananas if I talked like 'tis all the hour!
Well, I must be goin'. Mom says I must be off on a wee walkin' adventure now.
See you, mateys!