From the shore you can hear them on the rocks at sea,
Singing their beauty, alluring and free.
They sing to the men whether old or still a boy,
Enticing them with their words of joy.
Fishermen succumb to the tempting notes,
But crash into rocks and destroy their boats.
The men are then helpless as the Siren draw near,
They take their prey and enjoy mens fear.
The Siren when singing are an image of creation,
With flowing hair in the wind and bewitching perfection.
Their beauty is compared to angels above,
And their voices are like wind chimes, full of love.
When they cease to sing their true identity is revealed,
Water wenches of evil, with scales unconcealed.
Their hair is nothing but slimy streaks,
Taloned hands and slippery webbed feet.
Their singing is magic and helps them to feed,
These creatures are full of hatred and greed.
So if you are male and are going out to sea,
Remember this poem and the warning plea.
