I start when the living go to bed, and work while the world rests its head. By sunrise, I’m barely awake, so don’t mistake me for a zombie for Pete’s sake!

A salad with no tomatoes, but still run red. Stabbed in the back by the one called friend.

I help you lift, I help you shift, a little push can give a big lift. I turn a wheel, I open a gate, I change your course or move your weight, but pull me wrong, and all you’ll see, Is Yzma falling through a trapdoor, what a comedy!

I have wings, but I can't fly. I have ribs, but I can't breathe. When the sky is on fire, I can always be found.

I am often small, unless you are planning a grand scheme. And I am often silly unless you find me in a sophisticated cuisine.