Down along the river bank
Feet deep in the sand
Be careful and not too loud
As danger could be at hand
She lurks in water awaiting her prey
Even if it takes the whole long day
With her beautiful voice she sets a trap
And captures you in a snap!
With sallow skin and parched hands
And eyes as dry as dust
She’ll pull you down into the depth
No one will know where you’re kept.
Maham Noman IX O
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