My lover went to Lapland as he found me rather warm
You porcupine, he shouted out, I prefer a seal
Are you sure.I questioned him, for I did not wish him harm
I have to get away from you, I prefer my conger eel.
He set off in his motor car, the ferry was quite late
He was a little angry then but soon he became calm
He got talking to a mermaid and now she is his mate
She lives deep in the icy sea and he loves her frigid arms
I don’t know how you would feel, if after twenty years
Of being called a porcupine, when swaddled iin his arms
Your lover went to the North Pole, and left you only tears
At least I can enjoy my bed without his wild alarms
The melody is not the words but how they are combined
I have lost all faith in men , unless their names form rhymes
I know we have got clocks today but meter bends the time.
As dancing bends the space around the movers rapt, sublime