*Have you heard all the babble?*
~Of what?~
*Of sharks as stark as marble.*

~No, where can I find these stark sharks?~
*Why, at the swamp where the larks park.*

~How will I tell these stark sharks apart at this place where the larks park?~
*Why, by the marks on top. Spiky marks akin to bark.*

~Hmm, I disbelieve all this talk about stark sharks with marks like bark.~
*Hark! I know you would bawk at this talk. I dare you to stalk where the larks park.*

~Then stalk I shall, with eyes like a hawk. We shall see who gawks.~


Little did he know, these sharks could walk...

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 830 AF.