I get called by another name by one country alone, If you put that name in here, the riddle-master would groan. You kick, you pass, you trap with you feet above me, You'd watch me in a pub or club with a million others who love me.

I have seas with no water, coast with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land. What am I?

In Hermes' stride, both fleet and bright, A liquid silver dance, in morning's flight. Messenger of gods and swift as a tale, In orbit close, where sunbeams prevail.

I run all day but never walk. I always murmur, never talk. A mouth I have but never eat. I have a bed but never sleep.

In heights where eagles dare to glide, the summit's where the stars reside. A mountain's crown, a pinnacle's crest, the zenith of the earthly quest.