Medusa:

Long ago in the Ancient World
And beneath the Poseidon seas,
Is an underwater ceremony
Of the likes you'll never see.

A golden hair fair maiden
Betrayed her sacred vows,
By marrying Poseidon
When that was not allowed.

So the Goddess of the land
Punished her to the bone,
And wove her a weave of snakes
That turn curious eyes to stone.

Her beautiful looks is gone
And her precious golden locks,
From a fair maiden princess
To looks that turn to rock.

The whole Kingdom shunned her
For her monstrous ways,
So Medusa packed her things
And moved really far away.

She wandered across the desert
Heart broken and a fake,
And on her way through Africa
She dropped off all her snakes.