Red Nile, Blue Hills
by Aine Rathwell
I bathe in the red, red, red nile, here I go,
swimming in the red nile.
I flot and glide like a red mermaid
and flip and spalsh my red feet like a fish
along the nile
and pass the blue, blue hills that go by,
I watch the colour clashes with the blue, blue sky up above me.
Their even more breathtaking then I can ever imagine,
more beautiful then I can ever breathe in.
The red nile and the blue hills
repersent the mood I am in.
When I swim up to a red waterfall, I hide
while I wash my red hair in the red water shower
while singing a mermaid's song
of the red nile and the blue hills.
I will let no one know that I even exist,
this will be my secret and my alone.
They can listen to my song,
my song of my love
for the red, red nile and the blue, blue hills
along the nile of my home
but they cannot know I live.
My home is the blue, blue, blue hills
and the red, red, red nile
is where I remain,
the secrets of the red, red, red nile
and the blue, blue, blue hills.
