Once scorned as a cockroach of the sea, cans and rails helped make a prize of me. Hard shelled and defiant am I, beware my claw when you draw nigh.

I am the part of the tiger Survivor sang about I am the part of the needle that holds the thread I am the center of the storm that confuses people I am how Sauron knows all that goes on in Middle Earth I am featured in Egyptian art symbolizing protection I am where beauty is held with the beholder I am the third one that opens when have reached spiritual awakening

I am made to be broken, yet breaking me can ruin a man. I can be given without hands, kept without a lock, and stolen without anyone moving. Kings build empires on me, liars spend me cheaply, and fools test me until I disappear.

Carved from stone, I reach for the sky, a pointed giant standing by. The ancients raised me, tall and proud, my shadow stretching through the crowd. Four sides taper, meeting as one, I mark great deeds beneath the sun.

Back in my day milk came in this. OK I still call it this Liquor came in it with X X X on it. For the real old timers Hee Haw had a band using these.