Mama-Wata
Down by the seaside
when the moon is in bloom
sits Mama-Wata
gazing up at the moon
She sits as she combs
her hair like a loom -
She sits as she croons
a sweet kind of tune
But don't go near Mama-Wata
when the moon is in bloom
for sure she will take you
down to your doom.
Grace Nichols
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