A slender thread of metallic grace, Connecting here and there with a trace, In the old days, it sang with a whispering hum, Carrying voices and electricity where they thrum.

An Egyptian god of the Sun, plus what you call a man when there's more than one.

Nestled in valleys, Whispers of life tell stories, Cobblestones echo.

I look like I could be a gerund for a verb of ability, but I am not. Before the refrigerator, I helped keep your food from rot.

Beneath the earth I grow, a humble brown knight. Though my visage is plain, I transform into golden delights or a comforting mash. From famine's grip, I once saved a nation.