Does anyone know a sweet song called "The Mermaid"? inquires a raspy voice from the hot tub. Those who were standing crowded around the southern hemisphere door listening to the sweet song of the whale are startled to see a half-fish half-woman seated on the edge of the tub.

At least, I think it is sweet, she whispers. The comb and the glass are there beside her on the plank edge of the pool, and her wet hair is neatly combed all around her (but not concealing much). Mmario is the first to come to his senses, and walks over with a tray of smoked salmon and places it on a table near her elbow. The fish disappears so quickly all in the room can hardly believe it. Reaching out to take Dave's mug of Santa's Old Bollocks she downs it in one long swallow, then begins to sing


Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain spyed a fair mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

I DO love those songs about me! she croons.