The Talking Drum

Sweeten the air
All round the village square
Melody! Melody!
‘Drive sadness into custody!’
Says the talkative spirit of the air

Hear my frenzied strings
They say, ‘this song we sing
Is about a queen in her coach’
Steadily she approach

Our water deity has ascended to land today
Make for her a way
‘Let the feast begin!’
Says my pulsating rhythms

Beat me louder for her
O, red drummer of hearts!
Ignite the fragile waist of the maiden
The tamed vixen in the garden
To sway her hips to the jingling sound of your drum
Giving her body to the hot melody of your songs
Never had I seen a dancing queen

Your beauty is beyond praise
Fine water nymph
It drives men insane
Even the gods of the creek
Restive in their forbidden desire

Your body is a sea of liquor
An eternally flowing ichor
Sweet Calypso
It makes men drunk and forget their sorrow

I feel thoroughly possessed
Each time you work your waist,
Sending your waist beads into frenzy
I feel utterly obsessed
Each time you bend your waist
Brushing your heavy behind against my drum skin
Ah, quite a pleasure for a talking drum like me!

Dance to the rhythm of my strings
Spineless jellyfish  
Holding you spell-bond
With the sweet melody of my music

Dance until the shadow has fled
Dance until the sun has slept