Darling, It's Better!
Ariel lived in the sea,
A beautiful mermaid was she,
Swimming twenty-four seven
You’d think it was heaven,
But Ariel didn’t agree.
You see, the mermaid wanted feet
So on land she could walk, run, and leap
She didn’t have legs-
But a fishtail instead!-
Walking had swimming far beat.
One evening, while swimming above,
She spotted a large party boat,
Ariel found a man
Who was ten out of ten!
And quickly fell deeply in love.
Soon a storm rolled in through the clouds
The thunder was terribly loud
Lighting hit the boat-
It no longer could float-
The men all tried not to drown
Ariel watched as the man she adored
Began sinking beneath waves that roared
So she swam to the man,
And brought him to land!
Where she stayed with him, there, on the shore.
The young man awoke in the sunlight
To the girl who had saved him last night
She was singing to him
As his eyes opened
He saw beauty and grace and might.
The mermaid saw his eyes flutter open,
And knew a tail would probably upset him.
So she got to the sea
Swam away-fast as could be!
And the man couldn’t find her again.
Ariel returned, deep to the sea,
Where her father was furious-more than angry,
They had a huge fight,
Ariel turned to flight,
Her father knew not where she could be.
She hid in a cave underwater.
Her father so desperately sought her,
With the help of a crab
(Who was sort of a drag)
He found her and angrily caught her.
But Ariel snuck out again
With the help of her little fish friend
They travelled all day
To a much darker cave
Where an octopus planned out their end.
The octopus--witch of the sea
Was where Ariel wanted to be
She wanted some feet
And the octopus could meet
Her demands for a very small fee.
Ursula the witch learned the story
Of Ariel’s prince charming of glory
She concocted a plan
To get Ariel on land
By stealing her voice in a hurry
She offered her plan to the girl:
“Just your voice, then watch in a whirl--
Your tail will be gone
And your legs be put on!”
Ariel’s excitement unfurled.
Then Ursula said, “There’s a catch..
The price is a skill unmatched
You must give me your voice--
You won’t make a noise!”
And Ariel’s fear quickly hatched.
As the sea witch continued to talk
Ariel thought of her desire: to walk!
And to be with the man
She had left on the sand
And Ariel began to gawk
She thought for a moment or two,
Then opened her mouth, and said, “You!-
You really are sick--
You know what I pick?
To remain down here in the blue.”
And like that, the mermaid swam away.
To spend life in the ocean every day
Because “Darling, it’s better
Down where it’s wetter”
As the fish say.
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