Inside a castle is my home,
Although the walls are not made of stone.
A hole I live in to retire,
>From the raging wind of fire.
Slow and steady is my creed,
I don't have to be fast to have my needs.
Submerged in the sea do I dwell,
Other times a breeze can dry me well.
I live my life in a bed,
Among my kind though we will never wed.
A boring life one without feet,
Finally to be presented-in-a feast.
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