The mermaid is so sad, her head just above water,
she had a raw sardine for her lunch, it was bland.
It didn't use to be like this when she met a man
Who could no longer sail the oceans and sat on
a stone throwing pebbles into the water.
And they talked all night until her skin dried and
she had to go back to sea. He built her a swimming
pool for two and every night he came to her and
frolicked and ate fried sardines and drank red wine.
But he married a woman of the land, one with
hairdresser mop and she didn't want “her” in the pool.
The sailor wrapped her in a wet blanket carried her
down to the sea and softly let her go; but she clung
to him, dragged him into the sea, alas, he drowned.
The coroner said it was suicide.
