Siren Song

This song comes from some place And its dancers, with hips up Are going to the same place And this song does not stop Wither comes this song they dance No one knows Thither goes the sum who dance Hope God knows It is, the siren song Finely tuned from some sweet lore It is, the siren song Whose dance is but a sweet chore So enchanting is this song That even they who cannot dance Can be heard singing along Joining the band at any chance While the wind blows them, wildly on And they heed no call on this trip To God’s city; Nay to Babylon For the song has hard its grip Vices veneered as virtues Prettified in bird suits To conceal the grave grues On its convoluted routes Don’t dance, I say do not dance Albeit that it allures For thereto, lies dire durance Lavished with ligatures