Liza with a Zee

Liza with a Zee,

Liza went to sea,

to sail the oceans blue:

in a boat of crimson hue;

she travelled ‘cross the waves,

had close and distant shaves,

met mernaids by the score,

and washed up on a distant shore

many leagues away

from when she set out that day.

An island she had found,

not quite but sort of round,

with fruit upon the trees,

she lived a life of ease;

for many, many years,

she dwelt, now her ending nears.

Liza lay upon the sand,

a smile on her face,

that only she’d understand.

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