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.

Most people are disappointed when I show up, but nothing living can exist without me. Most of all, my existence triggers the worst drivers everywhere.