
Are they dragons?
Are they banshees?
Are they here or not?
Are they singing, gently calling
Sailors to come upon their rocks?
Are they nightmares?
Are they sylphs
Appearing before their eyes?
Are they danger?
Warning
”Stay away sailor!”
Very, very wise!
Are they needy?
Are they nymphs?
Are they gnomes or ‘manders?
Are they cautious?
Are they fierce?
Aye, they’re elementals!
The mermaid’s lair
Is clear to see
On days the sea is clear,
But heed the warnings
In the mornings
When the mist is here.
The singing
Is not a calling,
But a warning
To go away.
Heed the warnings
In the mornings
And live another day.
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