Come out from your fair castle
made of naught but ice and stone
Your precious maiden, locks so fair
did make her bed and home.
She foolishly ticked off Ondine
a Naiad of hair and voice, heaven sent,
She found her lover with her dallying
a lovely woman scorned, now maleficent.
So beware when your gallivanting,
a jaunt to your favourite haunt,
Spirits of earth, running water, and air
could get irked and in terror make you gaunt.
Ondine the Naiad wanted a soul, a man she needed wed,
to bear him a child she needed indeed;
She caught him unfaithful, "Ondine's Curse"
unable to breathe while getting the sleep he'd need.

