I wield the sea’s power with mighty grace, three sharp fingers, one strong face. In a god’s grip, I rule the tide, with every wave, the oceans glide. I’m not a utensil for food or feast, but in my hands, the storm’s unleashed.

I have blubber, but I do not have an obesity problem. I am known for singing.

I can be red, orange, yellow, green, or blue. I can help to tell time or to prepare your food. I’m sometimes as precious as can be, but other times I’m worth less than free.

Although I am quite very small, I can keep a beat up to two hundred times a second. I am all around nature, looking for a sweet drink. Most of us only go forwards but I’m like a car I can go in reverse.

I hold what’s wild, yet I do not bite, with bars of steel or woven might. I do not move, but I confine, a prison small by grand design. You’ll find me where the songbirds sing, or where the lion’s roars might ring.