Tessa she has a voice of platinum,
That fills concert halls and drives download sales,
As ruthlessly as her grandmother's voice,
Lured sailors onto rocks and called up gales.

No one knows her although they all love her,
Addicted to each note dropped from her lips.
Her recording company gains treasures,
Acquired without the need for wrecking ships.

Not just sailors, men of all kinds of craft.
She holds now in the reaches of her voice,
Destroying them on other kinds of rocks.
Ensorcelled by the sound they have no choice,

Unless they block their ears as they go past,
Or beg their friends to tie them to a mast.