I have a bed, but I never rest. I have a mouth, but I never speak. I can run for miles without any feet, Cold and clear, or shallow and weak. Change my meaning, and I'm a patient man, Who will tolerate what he must, as long as he can. I will not suffer an insult or a lie; I’m a tiny river under an open sky.

It grows in a bunch, Can be purple, red, or green for your lunch. Smush it and wait And sip something great.

Smooth, moist skin and a sticky tongue, I rest on lily pads and live in ponds. My offspring looks a tad weird, and it's said my legs taste like chicken.

In the garden's quiet plea, Aprickly ball rolls free. At night it roams with stealthy grace, A tiny knight in armor's embrace.

TMNT favorite brothers are all from this species say hi to splinter for me