I’m long, I’m wet, I spout with pride, I make a big splash wherever I go, I sing a song that sailors know, You’ll hear me moan from the ocean side.

I eat without a mouth, swallow without a throat. I rage and rest in endless quarters. I bear wealth to some, ruin to others. You can not catch me, yet I can claim all. And in my presence, even mountains fall.

I speak without tongue yet convey what you mean. I’m dressed to impress in red white and green. I’m given in love, sorrow, and shame.

Ten is a murder, two is just an attempt. What are we?

I am related to snow, but I am not soft. You might be reminded of a name when you think of me.