Maybe your coach read the poem and wanted to be a pirate. He dropped his pants and said I surrender the booty, not realizing the poem was about gold in the context and time that it refers.

GO RAIDERS

What a joke, the faider mystique is dead incase you havent noticed. Faiders suck for ever.

The Autumn Wind is a pirate
Blustering in from sea
With a rollicking song he sweeps along
swaggering boisterously
His face is weather beaten
He wears a hooded sash
With his silver hat about his head
And a bristly black moustache
He growls as he storms the country
A villain big and bold
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake
As he robs them of their gold
The Autumn wind is a Raider
Pillaging just for fun
He’ll knock you ’round and upside down
And laugh when he’s conquered and won.