Ah Medusa, your beauty and

Ah Medusa, your beauty and your sweets. Clean as a flower, you’re a treat ice cream couldn’t  beat. 

Your golden locks, they were honey sweet. Brushing all day amd night, that’s something he could not beat. 

Until one day a boy of water came, if was him who made you this way. Caused your eyes, your hair, your mind to change. Ah Medusa why’d you it happen this way? 

If you would have stayed that beautiful flower, we could’ve all used your beauty to shower.