Fields of green and barns of red, It’s where your milk and meat are bred. Tractors roll and crops grow tall, What’s the place that has them all?

I bubble and giggle, I splash all around, Coins make me jingle with a plinkety sound. People make wishes when they see me spray What am I that smiles water all day?

I am a floating palace, built for the elite. With decks for champagne parties and luxury complete. Though larger than a sailboat, I am no clunky barge. I carry wealth and status, and my price tag is quite large.

A wanderer in the furthest waste. Felines, tradition says, it will erase.

Bound together at birth, cotton, wool, maybe cashmere if your well off. Good luck keeping me with my counterpart after wash!