I wear a suit of armored scales, With jaws that snap and a tail that flails, A swampy king, where danger prevails.

No matter how secretive, stealthy, or sly, You cannot lose me while under the sky. The most loyal witness to your every deceit, a stain at your feet that survives until death.

From roof and branch I softly cling, then fade away at the touch of spring.

I’m water that wiggles, I’m water that sways, I’m water that sneaks up in splishy splash ways. I’m not on a ride, but I still like to glide, What do you call me? I am the

The cattle moo, the sheep all bleat, beneath my roof they rest and sleep. Filled with hay from floor to beam, I keep them safe through snow and sleet.