Merman web large

Mer-man rose from the murky depths,

 

He turned our ship over and ate it up,

 

The waves washed me to the rocks,

 

Where a shell diver found me,

 

And took me to her Grandfather's hut.

 

 

I was ill for weeks,

 

She brought me hot green tea,

 

And seaweed soup,

 

With Urchins,

 

Fresh cut,

 

Plucked by her small ocean hands.

 

 

One day, she took me to the sea,

 

Where she unfurled her tail,

 

And swam away.

 

 

Whenever I hear of Mer-man attacking,

 

I think of her small ocean hands.

 

 

 

 

 

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