Four sailors in a vessel on the billowing trok
Qualmish, drenched and on the drift
Land they sighted and readied to dock
The colossal waves gave them lift
Crashed in sand, their ship was aground
Up shore they ran, fleeing the gust
Searching shelter, but none they found
Marooned they were, but eat they must
The isle was covered in bewildering mist
Eerie noises and slithering sound
Ow! said one, I was bit in the wrist!
The sailor fell on the ground
This hin is cursed! He is dead, come and see!
Sssss... the snake was vanished
Four sailors, now were three
Despair and woe, the group was tarnished
In the jungle, the sailors fled
Feeling Neasa’s breath in their neck
They wanted food but feared being fed
If, only they had stayed below deck
A meadow they reached, in their rush
I think we’re safe, I hear no snake!
Look, these flowers, like young women’s blush!
I hear water, I think there’s a lake!
Smelling the flowers, made them calm
The powerful scent turned them maudlin
Weather’s changing! and there’s a palm!
Let’s bathe! Fool is he, who last jumps in!
In the lake, preyed fish and leeches
The first jumped in and water turned red
His scream to no avail, sky reaches
One more sailor was dead
Delusions from the flowers made the second jump
He’d be a fool if he jumped last
A crocodile ate him, starting with the rump
But, fool he was, the last sailor ran. Fast!
He grabbed some flowers and returned to the ship
Storm had calmed and keel loose from land
To sea he went as solitary skip
Harsh it was, with no other’s hand
Barmos, was the name of the lonely mariner
And home he reached, alive and well
Arable were the flowers that made you a dreamer
So he planted and grew them to sell
Soon he had fields and flowers were the kitsch
Every rabble that bought them went mad
Barmos made plenty of gold, he got rich
But in the end Barmos was sad
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