Oh yes you are, little brother, oh yes you are
And maybe you are right, too…
But in the books that I have read
That is not what they said.
Then what did they say, sister,
What did they say?
What do you think, little brother,
What do you think?
I think, I think…
Tell me, little brother, what do you think?

I think
That maybe, while it is night
Here on earth,
It is a glorious day in
The ocean’s darkest depths.
And the mermaids come dancing out
Of their undersea caves
To frolic with the sharks.

We have seen it ourselves
When we went to Mumbai last summer.
Remember How the sun lets go of the sky
Each evening at dusk
And slides soundlessly into the sea?
That’s were I think the sun goes at night
To flood the underwater
With golden light.
I’m clever, aren’t I sister?