I stand alone in endless blue, Yet never sink, though waters strew. I bear no bridge, yet host the ground Tell me, traveler, what you’ve found?

The littlest state with the longest name. But two words will suffice here.

Endless blue cradle where sailors roam, Cradling life beneath my foam. I sing lullabies of whispers and gales, Carrying ships with my timeless tales.

Not quite a city, yet more than a street, Where roads intertwine and neighbors all meet. I hold shops and homes, yet still feel small, A name for a place that gathers them all.

With antlers wide and legs so long, in northern woods is where I belong.