If I were a tiny seahorse

If I were a tiny seahorse,
dived in grass pour faire les courses,
chanted chores ‘though I’m hoarse,
papier-mâché is not a hoax.

If I were a tiny seahorse,
cut up ferns to paint the cress,
dyed my lips to roll the dice,
jaded as I tossed my lights.

If I were a tiny seahorse,
guided by the blind mice,
sneaked up to a triton twice,
bent a wire to a fence.

If I were a tiny seahorse,
dare me to a wicked face,
fold me into a double-ace,
cast me for a purple lace.