You'll often see me within a school. You'll find me in water but never a pool. My colours are pretty, and really quite cool. The rod how I hate it! Detestable tool!

I move without legs, I roar without a mouth, I swallow ships and spit them out, I dance with moonlight, fierce and proud

By mountain’s root in pools I dwell, A name forgotten, lost to spell. Two voices weave my tattered will.. One whisper soft, one sharp and shrill.

Some have one pair, some have two. I smell with no nose, taste with no mouth, touch with no hands, it's true! I'm in love with molecules, a most complex tool Stabilizer, a compass, temperature, what can't I do? Some use me to swim in the deep blue.

I replicate a natural form, of that which brews inside a storm. Fill me on-site, hold me just right, and we will sustain life tonight. There's no need to undress, or make a mess...we're doing it all in plain sight!