She may look sweet -
she might even be kind.
But her life's aim,
is to break your mind.
When a Siren Calls:
it's the sweetest thing.
It's what sailors lust for,
the wenches that sing.
Her lullaby calls,
and it's his undoing.
"Her love I know!"
He cries as she will sing.
Bewitched at sea,
his grave will say,
death after lusting,
When the Siren called that day.
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