There was I , with my Merry Men, on Yon Marshy Fenn….a Watery World.
Somewhere near here, or so it is Told , by the Legends of Old,
Dwells the Golden Haired Girl.
The Golden Haired Girl dwells here on this Island
A strange little Creature Swims ‘round and around
From the Boat we can see it, Though Murky Water. Shhhh!
We’ll scare it away if we make a sound….. Don’t make a sound.
Chorus:
Who is this little Creature? With it’s Small, Pale little Features
And it’s……. Wide open Eyes. So Thin and so Shy.
Who, Who, Who is this little Creature?
We set up our Camp, and the Moon it was Full
And out of the water the Creature did come.
It ran on Two Legs from Tree to Tree to Tree
Staggerin’ like it was Blind, Deaf, and Dumb .
We Followed behind it, through the Dark Wood
Came to a Clearing where a Cottage Stood…and a candle in the window
It knocked on the Door. Inside it did Go
We Peaked in the Window and Yay it was so….. the Golden Haired Girl.
Chorus
Could it be Me? Could it be You? Drippin’ with Water and Beggin’ for Food?
As if it had always been Part of her World,
The Creature Beside her…. the Golden Haired Girl.
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