[NY Attitude]

As the 3 Sirens sing with one beautiful voice
The poor sailor that hears it has hears it has to make a choice
The melodious sounds are sounds seemingly from Heaven
As opposed to the voice he hears of the Boatswain
Fearing the crack and taste of the Boatswain whip
The sailor hastily abandons ship
And swims toward the melody he does crave
Only to be immersed in a watery grave.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW! This is great.