Why Call on Me?
Why call on me to calm the seas?
Whenever gold‘s asleep
I glide at night, a silver sight
For everyone to see!
I am always there, up in the sky
Tho’ clouds may mask my light.
I’m Silver, ever waiting man,
Artemis, queen of night!
T’is Poseidon rules the salty brine.
To him thou should’st apply
To calm the winds that pant a gale,
While Stock pumps to keep her dry.