Soap and air first gave me life, the wind became my guide. One gentle touch from eager hands, and suddenly I die.

Sitting on the dock of the bay Spending my time catching filet Hoping to take it home to fry Maybe a tuna I'll try Oh no no way... With a rod and reel or net what am I doing?

In the night's velvet, a diamond so bright, guides lost sailors with its gentle light. Granny's quilt, a constellation of old, whispers tales of twinkles untold.

I'm found between the trees just hanging around, I will keep you off the ground, Are you laying comfortably? Don't move too much or fall down from me, Made from fabric, rope, netting and more, Rest here your banana or your whole body if it's sore.

I have three hearts, but I do not fall in love. I have blue blood, yet I am no royalty. I carry eight long arms, but I hold no weapons. I can change my color in the blink of an eye, and disappear in a cloud of ink when danger is nearby.