| The
Mermaid Prints The
story of a dream, Im told,
Of sailors from the times of old.
The mermaid stories would unfold,
The mermaid prints were made of gold.
A ship at sea, the
mermaid sees,
The fog rolls in and takes the breeze.
It's perfect for the mermaids tease.
The mermaid prints were meant to please.
A sailor sees the
mermaids trail,
He strains to see some more detail.
The mermaid marks another male,
The mermaid prints on every sail.
Throughout the tales
of maritime,
The mermaids lured the sailors prime.
The sailors heard the mermaids chime,
The mermaid prints another rhyme.
On ships they sing
the mermaids song,
The mermaid dreams of sailors strong,
The mermaids here and then she's gone.
The mermaid prints her whole life long.
We're all part of
the mermaids scheme,
When fog rolls in a steady stream,
The mermaid prints are all supreme,
The sailor prints the mermaids dream.
Some years go by
without a glimpse,
"The mermaids gone," a sailor hints,
"Perhaps we haven't seen her since,
She's finally met her mermaid prints."
-Ted Thayer |