It's piling up, it's on the chair, oh my gosh, I no longer wear underwear. Commando I go, though clothes are there.

Used to contemplate or have fun. My parties are known worldwide. While my waving is constant, some stop to see a world in a piece of me.

Filled with precipitation, And not to boast, The most diverse biome. Finer roast.

Like Rodin's 'The Thinker,' Perched on a pot, When lost in deep thought, I'm the best spot to squat

You mostly know me in my synthetized and comercialized form, but but you should know me as an animal useful for filtering the sea - just like you know that I can clean your skin or your countertop.