Seaweed on you brow

Seaweed on your brow – See! We’d own yarrow

Sailing, sailing across the raging sea
I was looking for the girl whom none can see
If they keep their ears shut – because her song
Is so powerful it can rip your tongue

Down, and let you drown in your battered pride.
Neither bird, nor a fish, she does not swim – she glides
Like a goddess over so many poor men:
To describe her great beauty they don’t own my pen.

But when I spotted the mermaid, she had seaweed
On her brow, which now looked bad, ugly indeed!
Ignorant of it, she tried to pull me down
Into the depths of her nest – but I stood and frowned.

And you know, I could not help laughing to tears:
Without forgiving my pun, she ashamed disappeared.