Truth

Mary Liked the Water

                                                     Mary Liked the Water:

Mary liked the water;

She played in it every day.

She’d put on a little dress

And run to it,

And splash and dance and play.

Mary liked the water

And it liked her, too.

They’d both be so joyous

As the met at the secret place of magic and rendezvous.

And though Mary liked the water,

One day she could not go.

She was only such a little girl;

Her parents didn’t want her wandering ‘round alone.

She grew old, yes, she did,

But the ocean grew no more

And it wanted a friend to come sing with it

And dance along its shore.

But Mary could not come

Even though she tried and tried and tried.

That poor old ocean lost its friend, and still

You can hear that gloomy ocean moaning: she died, she died; she died.

Little old Mary had grown big, then old

And now she was gone.

We all felt so bad for that ocean,

As it sang Mary’s own little song.

But Mary,

She came back to it, we know.

She’d never abandon her old friend.

She came because Mary liked that water,

She did.