Caching caching, what a treat
FTF'ers always meet
But who will win, I hear you ask?
And in their glory they will bask
Don't ask me, I never do
I'm always number forty two
Or eighty nine or one-five-six
With camo rocks and hollowed sticks
But this one has some small context
It's location should not have you vexed
It has some scales
But is not a snake
It is a seed, and is a fake.