Born for the sea, I snare the prize. I hold the catch without a hook. Reborn on legs to tease the eyes, Wear me, I’ll turn heads to look.

Built by children near the shore Protected by knights in historical lore

If not steamed or fried, try putting it on the..

Walking me may spell your doom, though holding me may strengthen. Budding scientists often misspell me when they actually want a constant.

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