have no feet, no hands, no wings, But I climb to the sky with twisty things. I wrap around poles and cling to the wall, Without any legs, I rarely fall.

From open doors I step outside, with nothing there but air to ride. The ground below comes rushing near, a daring dance with thrill and fear.

Fifth from the center, at least from our point of view. I've got two rings, that can hardly be seen. Just please don't stare at my giant red spot.

I start off with quite a hit, My end is a ghostly commit, But I bend and I won't quit.

Some surf on lakes or the sea, but on cold white waves I flow. Two feet firmly secured, I glide to the valley below.