The Merlion Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

Overlooking all,
The Merlion stood tall,
Spewing water from its mouth
On the river and the seafront south.

Remembering still,
The beast that came from the hill,
First to greet the powerful prince;
Then glorified and lionised ever since..

Speak to seafarers who sail
Ask them about the old fisherman`s tale.
They`d recall sea nymphs and mermaids so real,
In shimmering lights and shadows they`d reveal.

In this dizzy world of magic and dreams,
The Merlion may appear in streams,
Or ride the surging waves of the sea.
Does it matter if human eyes did - or didn`t see?