I'm very thin . . . a weak, little thing,
The strength I can wield would subdue a king.
I'm rather large and very small,
Upon my throne I'm oh so tall!
I carry few, I can carry many,
A fortune for some, and less than a penny.
I was a mother who bore three brave
Then spit them out upon the wave.
Dressed in black for a Painless demise,
But just a ruse for laughing eyes.
Water has saved me, with water I die,
Down to the bottom, but boy, can I fly!