Struck with grief you were, Daniel, and —
Thought they only were
Thought they only were
Thought they only were
Thought they only were
The day your mother cut Sybil mermaid hair,
And stood with a stranger, and Daniel was smiling at the door.
They frowned and said tsk-tsk you willfully
And with cruel despair, when you slunk —
Beneath the longer piano strings, and sobbed
Yes, until my lungs hiccupped now for air today.
