Gorgons, gorgons,
A gross snake ’do.
Those chignons are long. . .
Got gorgons on my mind.

I say gorgons, gorgons,
They will wrong you.
These she’s you should fear;
They’re loony and unkind.

Viper farms reach out to me;
They will bite voraciously.
I don’t want them near, you see—
I’d bloat after they’d chew

I said, gorgons, ooh, gorgons,
On me they’d dine.
Those big fangs are long,
And gorgons are unkind.

Viper farms reach out to me
And vituperatively
They will act, venomously.
One crone is named Medu-

sa; say, gorgons,
As they unwind,
Thrust, their reach is long—
Keep gorgons from my spine!

I say, I’ll beseech this throng
On gorgons tops to mind.