One, Two, Three.

Three,
Undersea,
Surrounding all over me,
Yet with space to flee,
It cannot forsee,
What a mess I may be.

Two,
Blue,
He's many but few,
So wrong but true,
Cannot get him to shoo,
Because he always knew.

One,
Done,
He may be fun,
For he will see none,
Much like the sun,
I won.