Lads, pour me an ale, and I’ll sing ye a tale
Of a creature alluring that dwells in the deep
With a howl so charming it’s fairly alarming
One look in her eyes, and your soul’s hers to keep
We spied her one morning, with nary a warning,
When she flopped on the deck with the rest of our catch
For such a dishonor, we thought we were goners,
But the sweet little dear just wanted to play fetch.
It’s TK, via Casey Robbins.