There is a woman who lives by they sea
Her hat is all rumpled and on her coat there's a fleaShe doesn't mind at all about getting wet
Her clothes are musty but she has a debtOne morning very early when she was young
She ran to the seaside where the lanterns are hungThere was to be a beautiful festival that day
With candied fruits and beads made from clayHer mother had oft warned her aloud
To stay away from that place where the senses enshroudFor to go there too early was tempting fate
For to the mysterious monsters she was just baitThat morning in particular she had picked the wrong time
The monsters were hoping for a feast sublimePart of the festival that day, that she did not know
Was for the monsters, the people's strength to showThe monsters, you see, did not munch on the weak
The festival was to show their prospects as bleakWhen the woman, then a girl, had run down there that day
The monsters took this as a hurrayThey didn't have to hunt or ensnare
Their prey had come to them without a careThe monsters began to lure her to a watery grave
By their music she was entranced, to it a slaveBut all at once there rose such a din
Of thousands of birds chiming inThe spell-weaving song was completely drowned out
Its musical chords covered by feathered shoutsThe girl ran away from that watery place
And went right back home to her bed, without graceAnd so to this day the woman, not a girl,
Feeds the birds, now so many they swirlAnd if one day another is as foolish as she
The birds will call out, echoing over the sea
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PoetryHello! This is some poetry that I am writing sorry in advance if it's kinda cringey. Thanks! Enjoy 😊