How I’d love to be an eel,
To sashay through the sea, to feel
(While gliding, sliding, slippery-slinky)
Velvet water, smooth and inky,
Tangoing in tangled beds
Of seaweeds singed with sunset reds,
Then shimmy through the silver light
To greet the soft Sargasso night.
Yes, how I’d love to be an eel.