Ballad of a Mermaid
Far out in the ocean where the water is as blue as the petals of the loveliest cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass, there:
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs
But why does one need legs
anyway
when dissolving into sea foam
in Times Square?