Let the Zephyr caress you in a sylvan gait,
Through the slivers of your heart o li’l mermaid.
From lullabies to Sonatas to umpteenth Ode,
O Zephyr, caress her too with songs of abode.
Fondle her with a gentle kiss, Ruffle past her heart.
Spell out the memories golden whilst thee depart.
Paint a smile fonder than ever for her morrows,
Before faraway you run, Melt all my mermaid’s sorrows.