The Perilous Tickling of Shallow Waters

In the softest sponge, a ripples caress in a toadstools dress, in just one pins point of pain danger, with its tiny fangs, smiles just for us, its toothy grin lurks within. Come, let us trip the fantastic light-footed and dancy. Care not, nor care for the dragon in its rainbow lair, it may be gone away and today not here. For are we not, in this soft sandy toe-tickling spot deep inside a sunny day, and yet we pray that old man death by chance not come our away - even so, we are always near and thus remain his most fond and dear his careless, everlasting prey.