Sirena

The speaker sarcastically tells sailors that merpeople don't want them in their underwater utopia, except for a small green one named Polly. The speaker gives Polly their number and tells them to call anytime on their shell phone. You think we merpeople want you stinky old sailors in our underwater utopia? S.F. Except the small green one with feathers. What's his name? Oh. Okay. Polly. How exotic. Here's my number. Call me on my shell phone anytime.