Bismillah on the Pirate Ship

We're going on a pirate ship. Say bismillah, here we go. Across the sea

so blue and wide, with the ocean's gentle flow. Mama and Baba

and their little son, so brave. Smiling as we sail along,

over every shiny wave. We've got a friendly pirate here, with a bird

upon his shoulders, a wooden leg and a happy grin. Kind stories he

tells as we grow older. He lifts his telescope up high. "What do you

see?" we ask with cheer. Ships and islands, stars and moons. Allah's signs are

everywhere. We're sailing, sailing, sailing on, the wind is