There’s no sweeter swimmer the seas ever see.
A mysterious shimmer, some say to be,
a soul fisher, sole swimmer, to put it simply…
A catfish, I be but, simple is not me…
Pandoras’ box was a babies’ toy crate,
Medusas’ locks? Just handy fish bait.
Neptune and Nemo have quaked in her wake,
The Kracken, Calypso and Davey still shake.
The siren of bards, the queen of wet parts,
inspiring hearts, leagues of legend and arts.
Any fish who has smarts would recheck those charts
and depart when the “Mermaids’ Serenade” starts