When I was little
There was this little old tale
That used to go around
my circle of cousins.
Her name was Maame Watahand they say that every night
she would come out of the see
and take with her any little child
that would wet the bed.
She had webbed feet
and long straggly fingers that dragged
behind her on the dusty floors.
Nails, she had none of those
because the floor had worn them out.
Her skin had been dissolved in the salty see waters
so that only her raw skin was left.
Maame Watah, they say, they say they say
still lives here today, today today...
...(to be continued).