Silent guardian of the sea, slow yet steady, bearing a shell ancient traveler of deep waters.

I’m open to sky, yet shelter I bring, A stage, a shade, a place to sing. Not a tent, not a hall, though I host them too, what structure am I, enjoyed by you?

A hippie, a smartie, a couple, the crew. Fighting against monsters, liars, and voodoo. Along with a dog that has a penchant for snacks. These young detectives are always on the scene. Hop along and join their mystery machine.

Named by all who came before, the Greeks and Romans rule these celestial skies. If you connect the dots just so, the lines image appear just so. From twins to hunters, no image is lacking.

In the forest of threads, I do rest, A shield 'gainst the chill at your chest. Though sleeveless I be, I'm snug company, For woodland walks, I'm surely best.