I start like gold but turn to silver, a wish-maker’s friend who scatters with the breeze.

I share my name with a might beast, but I am not as ferocious as him. People often catch and play with me.

I wear a little green cap, but have no head, my freckles bloom, speckling the red. I’m sweet but shy in summer’s sun, and am nestled low when day is done.

You'll often see me within a school. You'll find me in water but never a pool. My colours are pretty, and really quite cool. The rod how I hate it! Detestable tool!

I move without legs, I roar without a mouth, I swallow ships and spit them out, I dance with moonlight, fierce and proud