The mockingbird choir shelters secrets;
They garb them in pretty refrains.
They say that the first mate's a mermaid,
And she's never on deck when it rains.
They whisper of sweet fairy stories,
They sing about fair fabled lies;
They say 'ask the kitsune barmaid',
But we all know she never replies.
(
Step right up, cries the barker, my palm can be crossed... )