I’m beneath your feet where the waves roll in, a million tiny grains that stick to your skin.

I am weighed in pounds or ounces, Yet I have no flesh or bone. I am worn by dragons, snakes, and fish, Where no coat of fur is grown. I can measure musical notes in sequence, Or map out mountain ranges tall.

I sit in the distance, at night set alight by the souls of the day where they lay. Sands and sounds are my bounds, from peer to pier I appeal with zeal.

The alien made a long sigh. They needed a friend; that's why. They decided to abduct one of those. Hey buddy, the new friend said, You made a mistake, I suppose. Yes, when you found me, I was chasing a hog. But I'm a werewolf, you see; what you want is a...

Pick me in fields of the south, Feel me in a dry mouth. Use me in strings of yarn, Store me in a farmer’s barn. I am a fluffy cloud of old Worth more back then than the price of a soul.