In the burrowed halls of earth, a stripey knight does dwell. Fierce in fight, yet small in might, its tales the woods do tell.

Forever I stretch, some would say I carry a fishy stench. A salty taste and an experience so sweet; dance with the sun and cool off from the heat.

My hair stays green above the ground, while orange treasure’s hidden down. Pull me free and crunch away, what am I you may eat today?

I rest where rivers end their run, yet I do not race beneath the sun. Too wide for pond, too calm for sea, and land surrounds the whole of me.

Deep and blue, I swell and break, Millions drown within my wake. My bed has never needed sleep, I salt the lips of those who weep. Rearranged, you can unpack The very thing that rides my back.