I had a little Octopus, his name was Cutie pie,
and he could swim and he could fly,
and he could write and he could walk,
and he could stitch and he could talk,
but I left him in the sea,
where he could Live Free.
Well I wrote this poem for fun when I was very young. I found it here scribbled in my old diary. I realized I had unknowingly given a message.
The message is that though the Octopus can do many things it was made to live and swim in the sea, and that is what he is made for. This might be a small post but it has a big meaning.
Picture Credit: My Little brother, being a 3 year old colouring is what he is best at.