Beneath the dark and stormy sea,
There lies something long and vast.
And what, you ask, this object be?
An old ship with a broken mast.
And from the sea comes the great mast,
At the same time every year.
So when the waves start to crash,
You know that time is near.
And when the whole boat starts to rise,
You can always hear,
The Sirens and their singing cries,
Of growing excitement and fear.
There’s not just one boat but three or four,
All with sails flying in the wind,
They’re looking for the largest shore,
So their treasures they can spend.
And once they’ve spent all their precious gold,
And told the landsmen all they know,
They carry all the loot they can hold,
And back down the ships must go.
So, if you see a boat disappear,
And you think you’re eyes are proving wrong,
Just listen carefully and you will hear,
The melody of the Siren’s song.
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