Oh dear,
how you glide with grace and dread,
death on every tip toe,
The grim reaper takes a bow to your shine.

Oh mother,
what love swirls in your eyes?
beauty as untamed as the sea,
madness that drills through men.

Oh Calypso,
do the legends tell a lie?
of your heart in stone and ice?
did I learn it wrong?

Oh my,
my eyes may behold your beauty,
men drool at will, what a terror you are....