APRIL SIXTEEN
THE MERMAID
Where the whales play with you I've got no beef
further out beyond the barrier reef
Don't leave me when the ships bell starts to ring
I first heard your voice from the rose garden
last time the nightingale started to sing
then the mermaid sang I beg your pardon
If only her imagination could
extend from the seashore up to the creek
Without her memories covered in blood
digging for buried treasure all this week
But to the pure of course all things are pure
ships and yachts and different kinds of sloops
Acrobatic society for sure
throwing themselves whooping through all those hoops
Further out beyond the barrier reef
where the whales play with you I've got no beef
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