I've the desire to be a siren,
and so siren shall I be.
I'll wash my throat with strong lye soap--
my tongue with strychnine tea--
then when I sing, my cunning will bring
the doomed from out the sea.
I've the desire to be wicked,
and so wicked shall I be,
that the Lorelei will seek me out
to ask and bow and find out how
I sing so
for Fireblossom Friday.