A mighty wind swept out to sea
the captured mermaid, Lauralee,
while she was swimming playfully
unaware of Neptune’s wrath.
What had she done, poor Lauralee;
Why all the gnashing of the sea?
When Neptune’s ire whipped up the wind
She found her freedom lost.
What Lauralee had not known
Was that she had sparked the outburst, true.
She had loved too many men
And jealousy set in.
Neptune eyed her from below
And as he watched her play
He could not bear her happiness
He muscled her away.
What he had not known, nor ever would
Was that she had played alone.
The other men were only fish
She dined on, then swam home.