Cucumber Under Sea
A wonder to many....
In the depths of the sea,
Where the water runs free,
Lives a creature so odd,
A cucumber, of sorts, but with a bod.
Skin like leather,
A gonad that's clever,
The sea cucumber, you see,
Is an echinoderm, a wonder to me.
Branched, it lies,
Beneath the great sea's guise,
Its singular form, unique,
A sight that is truly chic.
Found the world over,
On the sea floor, it's a rover,
Exploring the depths,
A creature that tests.
Sea cucumbers, we say,
Are a marvel each day,
With their shape so rare,
In the ocean, they're beyond compare.
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