Ballad Of The Mer

Don't linger in the water
Where the merfolk are at play
The ocean sons and daughters
Will lead our kind astray

Though many is the sailor
Who has found themselves on land
After meeting with a strange Mer
That they could not understand

It seem they care for no reward
For tender ministration
Whom we have toppled overboard
In our inebriation
But if it's you they've chosen
They'll surround you with their kin
Your legs are bound and frozen
In a wrap of silver skin

Soon, you'll be understanding
All that passes from their tongues
No food you'll be demanding
Nor fresh air to fill your lungs

And they'll take you as their brother
Or their sister as they please
And you'll be just another
Of the merfolk in the seas