Miranda is a Mermaid

With seaweed for her hair
She wears a sea shell brassiere
And her face is very fair
 
She sings lullabies to babies
Sea shanties to the dead
She warbles lyrics
That she makes up in her head
 
She lures sailors from their ships
And pulls them by their toes
Until they reach the sea bed
And end up with no clothes
 
She laughs at lost sweethearts
And very pregnant wives
She has their sailor menfolk
And keeps them all her life

Christine Fowler

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