I creep without legs, slow but sure, A frozen river, ancient and pure. I carve valleys without hands, leave scars in stone, Carry giants where they’re never known. I whisper in creaks, I roar in collapse, Time rides my back in icy maps.

I hung in gardens of emperors and kings, A jewel of purple in medieval springs. Preserved in brandy, baked into a pie, Sought by monks where old orchards lie. Not apple nor pear, though kin I assume What fruit am I?

Three Empire Seven Hill Two Continents Two Seas Cats and Tea Which city am I?

In an age of quills, thou dost appear, A bard's mechanical muse, I fear. Thy keys do dance, In rhythmic trance, Spelling tales with thy metal cheer.

In the sky, a giant whale, Silent flight without fail. If you're a musical sort instead, You may prefer to start with led.