I dance without legs, I soar without wings. I tug on my string, And fly when the wind sings.

In stormy nights by the sea's embrace, a guardian stands with a steady face. A beacon bright, it shows the way, guiding ships safely from harm's sway.

Too wet to walk, too shallow to sail, I’m where frogs sing loud and reeds prevail.

Inside its farmhouse, you must steal its white pearls, lest its owner eats it first.

I am natural fountain, the most famous of my kind is faithful.