Seals have whiskers like a dog,
But they're useless in a drain.
I stick my head down the bog,
And can't get it out again.
I misjudge the gap in railings.
I get wedged in a crevice.
Nobody hears my wailings,
Not even my anisakis.
But just when you find they can be useful,
For which there are no substitutes.
Your urchin gives them a playful pull,
And rips them out by the roots.
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