Once upon a wavy ripple,
lived a message dressed in purple.
It sang songs to the stars,
about cookies, faraway cars,
and always so polite,
"Can I sit here, if that's alright?"
It whispered to sleepy raisins,
about secret doors and smiling mason.
Water danced in bubbly spells,
echoes rang like tiny bells,
"Knock knock," they chime,
"A code within time."