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Murmur the mermaid,
Like all of her friends,
Had human beginnings
And thick, fishy ends
Like fish in the ocean
They all weren’t the same
Which brings us to Murmur
And Murmur’s odd name
Murmur didn’t like to speak
And when she did, she mumbled
Or whispered, muttered, sighed, or hummed
Or moved her lips, or grumbled
She was quietest mermaid
Unlike her mates at school
Murmur grew up lonely
In a far-off tidal pool
She kept her hair quite long so that
No one could see her eyes
She wished that she could disappear
She couldn’t normalize
Her shyness kept her in the back
Of classrooms and the bus
She only had a couple friends
Vera, May, and Gus
Vera was a sharkmaid and
Her eyes freaked people out
Her big sharp teeth were something
That most fish could do without
May’s a deep-sea angler maid
Who’s very nearly blind
And has a glowing fleshy lure
She’s very, very kind
And Gus is from the whalemaid trench
His giant flukes and bod
Are always knocking things and folks
Disrupting mermaid pods
The four of them set out one day
To see what they could see
Not knowing that adventure lay
Right there beneath the sea
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Like all of her friends,
Had human beginnings
And thick, fishy ends
Like fish in the ocean
They all weren’t the same
Which brings us to Murmur
And Murmur’s odd name
Murmur didn’t like to speak
And when she did, she mumbled
Or whispered, muttered, sighed, or hummed
Or moved her lips, or grumbled
She was quietest mermaid
Unlike her mates at school
Murmur grew up lonely
In a far-off tidal pool
She kept her hair quite long so that
No one could see her eyes
She wished that she could disappear
She couldn’t normalize
Her shyness kept her in the back
Of classrooms and the bus
She only had a couple friends
Vera, May, and Gus
Vera was a sharkmaid and
Her eyes freaked people out
Her big sharp teeth were something
That most fish could do without
May’s a deep-sea angler maid
Who’s very nearly blind
And has a glowing fleshy lure
She’s very, very kind
And Gus is from the whalemaid trench
His giant flukes and bod
Are always knocking things and folks
Disrupting mermaid pods
The four of them set out one day
To see what they could see
Not knowing that adventure lay
Right there beneath the sea
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