Don't be like me or you'll be sad. I ate them all and I'm their dad. I did no worse than my dad me. I chopped his nuts off in the sea.

To Thomas Aquinas a sphere I was and to Homer a wandering star And when I gazed upon the earth below Isaw melancholy and thinkers fester and grow While I spun with Rings almost ticking around me closer to you than the lords of sky and sea

I am broken through time, but don't lose heart. For they repaired me each time, replacing every part. Built anew though I still feel shame. For they still question, am I the same?

Stack me, sell me, put me on a shelf. Use me, ignore me, just don't burn me. Give me dog ears, write on me, or maybe even consider me holy...just please don't ban me.

From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?