Well, isn’t this quite unfortunate

Basking in the sun

The heat burning our skin

The world is at our feet

Made from scales and sea foam

Hopefully some prince can pass by

Who knows…

(Two hours later) :

Are we invisible?

Where is our prince on the white horse?

He is not coming on a white horse, is he?

He is coming on a white boat.

Why?

Is it because we are only

The Little Mermaids ?