I slide through rivers slick and cold, In silver streams I twist and roll. With nimble paws and whiskered face, I dive and dart with playful grace.

It’s vocals known when it’s first word is blown. The second: Bank mobile, Or a quick mobile tone. Together: A noble mobile to homes, In breezeway strung, Hung to knock its own.

Morning's gentle kiss, Glistening on emerald blades, Whispers of night's tears.

Sounding like a curse, Waves greeting, then disperse. A stretch of land, one-Pebble, sand. A towel nap, you’re burnt.

Sideways N Sideways M Two D’s stacked Kickstand P Upside down V with a hatch cross its back. Put it together, its natures referee.