The Poem of the Thing which Stops at the Sea

 A merry song it sings and dances,

In squiggles, zig zags, lines, and trances.

It runs so wildly, it won't stop,

Until it reaches the sea - its stop.

Making a noise, similiar to laughing,

It flows through summer, autumn and spring.

But winter's the only time it tends to stop,

Frozen like a statue, it'll turn as slippery as a wet mop.

A glimmer, shimmer it will wear,

We can ride a boat without oars, I swear!

Because of the force it has within,

Very cool it is, and drinkable, I swear.

It goes through the woods, shimmering prettily,

And at last stops at the salty sea.

It's the gleaming river, why didn't you guess!

After all, water is the very best!