I am a beast of decay, Found in every continent, where life wastes away Mistake me for food, and your mind will be my prey For you cannot kill me in a way that matters

I float in the ocean with a gentle sway, transparent and graceful, in the light I play. No spine to hold me, but stings at my side, in waters I glide, where I reside. What am I?

I make picnics crawl with ants, but I do not make stomach-based plants. People often eat me.

a feeling so good, and always enough to share. it will set one's heart aflare. we feel it at night, in the day, in a canine's stare and in child's play. i hope you know it is for true, many give this feeling back to you!

I can waddle and swim whilst looking cute, but I cannot actually go noot noot. You might see me in a Desert or a zoo .