An octopus like me has got
Eight arms (not tentacles) , and I
Never do get them in a knot,
And never really wondered why.
Some human inquiring minds did
Research this matter to find out.
I s'pose they did the same for squid.
Apparently I swim about,
All arms covered with sensor stuff
To not knot, each arm senses so.
And such perception is enough
For harmony in ebb and flow.
My sensors do work like a charm,
Untangled arm in arm in arm...
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