The fisherman keeps stalling

Despite the siren’s sweet calling

Come away with me

She smiles with her plea

But incessantly, she’s calling, calling

He has hear the tales and is not falling

For the oldest ruse on the books

Oh, he knows all about her looks

And the sweetness is her eyes

It lingers in his mind to tantalize

She sings to him again, calling

While he stays on the boat mauling

Knowing that if he gives in

He’ll either be dead or never mortal again