[Verse 1] The Mermaids live beneath the waves and rhyme with every breath, They sing in couplets all day long from birth until their death. They greet you with a limerick, and tell you jokes in verse, But try to have a quiet chat? It somehow makes things worse. [Verse 2] The Haiku People float on clouds and speak in measured lines, Five-seven-five’s their only way to talk about the times. A sunset? Haiku. Grocery list? Haiku again. Conversations feel like Zen, but also never end. [Pre-Chorus] The sea sings rhymes that sparkle bright, the sky is calm and wise, But asking for directions makes you question all your ties… [Chorus] Oh, rhyming Mermaids, sing to me your couplets all day long, And Haiku People, whisper truths in seventeen-word songs. I used to choose, I used to fuss—but now I simply floats, For rhyme or form, I’ve come to love the rhythm in your notes! [Verse 3] The Mermaids rhyme when ordering some fries or lemonade, They serenade the traffic lights, their logic retrograde. But still their voices sparkle like a thousand mirrored shells, And I can’t help but grin when they recite their ocean spells. [Verse 4] The Haiku folks are structured like a metronomic dream, They pause before they answer—very polite, it seems. Their words are sparse and thoughtful like a moonbeam’s quiet gleam, And somehow every answer makes you feel like in a stream. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to hate them both at first, their styles made me groan, But now their quirks have found a way to feel just like my own… [Chorus] Oh, rhyming Mermaids, sing to me your couplets all day long, And Haiku People, whisper truths in seventeen-word songs. I used to roll my eyes and scoff—but now I simply floats, For rhyme or form, I’ve come to love the rhythm in your notes! [Bridge] The Mermaids rhyme at breakfast, and the Haikus bless your tea, One sings of sparkling tidal waves, the other: “one still tree.” So whether waves or clouds appear, I welcome every voice— To rhyme or count or hum or chant—oh joy, we get a choice! [Final Chorus] Yes, rhyming Mermaids, bring the verse that dances in the sea, And Haiku People, count your thoughts in syllables for me. This heart once torn now harmonized, no need to ever cast votes— For rhyme or form, I’m lifted by the rhythm in your notes! [WVDWNLD]
