When I was a lowly bard many years ago I bought passage on a ship and stored my things below We were bound for distant lands and set off in the night But about halfway there, a storm gave us a fright The ship was tossed upon the waves and floundered on its side I had fallen overboard and drifted with the tide As I sank below the sea, struggling to rise A mermaid came and helped me! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her skin was a midnight blue, her scales were darker still Her hair was wound with seaweed and she breathed through a gill She fed me some unknown herb and took me further down And though I still couldn’t breathe, I knew I wouldn’t drown She took me to her city way down below the murk And I saw more merfolk there, busy with their work Practicing the magic that only merfolk knew They spoke in an ancient tongue and helped me to renew It seemed like an eternity was spent below the sea Watching as the merfolk took good care of me But the herb was wearing off and I needed to breathe So, she took me to the shore, and then she took her leave. That’s the true story of when I almost died But there was a mermaid who saved me from the tide What’s the lesson that I’ve learned now that I’m back on land? Only tell the stories that you have seen firsthand!