The Otter Way:
They slip and slide, they duck and weave,
they roll through eddies, splash and leave
A trail of giggles in their wake;
like furry clowns on a river break.
They chase the bubbles for fun,
then moon-dive laughing at the sun.
No rush, no fuss, no need to show;
joy in every undertow.
We watch them play, then glance around;
could we, like them, be fun unbound?
Less growl, more glide, less fight, more flow;
the otter way; now ’s ManGood, bro.