Mata Hari

Now cloaked and veiled in secrecy,
Beneath her blue umbrella,
The most seductive of the spies
Whose eyes were dark and starry,
Was one in shrouds of mystery
Named Margaretta Zella,
Who in her cloak-and-dagger guise
Was known as Mata Hari.

The shady lady on the lam,
So sultry and erotic,
The one-and-only lonely heart,
Most skillful in romancing;
Who went from foggy Amsterdam
To Java and exotic
Sumatra where she learned the art
Of Hindoo temple dancing.

And then flew off to gay Paree
Where she became a consort,
A sexy courtesan so sly,
Whose beauty made men nervous;
And later on, in Germany,
Without a dime or passport,
Became a double-agent spy,
She joined the secret service.

And that’s when Mata Hari who
Was one seductive lover,
And whose intriguing and innate
Mystique was deeply seated,
Upon each late night rendezvous,
Would go deep under cover,
And draw out from the heads of state
Sealed issues they secreted.

But she was played just like a pawn,
The one of dark persuasion,
Who faced the firing squad one day,
Blind-folded and so lonely;
Whose name means’ Lone Eye Of The Dawn’
In mystical Malaysian,
That’s such a fitting name I’d say,
It suits the one-and-only,

Dark beauty cloaked in secrecy
Beneath her blue umbrella,
The one in shrouds of mystery
Named Margaretta Zella;
The most seductive of the spies
Whose eyes were dark and starry,
And in her cloak-and-dagger guise
Was known as Mata Hari.