Behind her smile and blue enchanted eyes
There hid a gorgeous goddess in disguise
Between her tiny, turned up, tender toes
Some sand slept silently from when she rose
From when she rose and trod the beach at dawn
And moved among them on that misty morn
Stern, surly sailors, with their nets on shore
Born blind to beauty, so could do no more
Than lust and leer and laugh and shout out loud
At goddess girl, dressed strange in seaweed shroud
For they were fishermen without finesse
Who yearned for Zeus’ daughter to say, yes!
Of thoughts ‘neath locks of gold they took no mind
They were too deep for men – the fishing kind!