I swing like gossip at a family affair, guiding struts and stumbles with dramatic flair. I don't tell lies, but I sure can groove, A wiggle, a shake, I'm built to move!

I grace the face of the cool When the bright takes their sight Only when I am refered to in song Am I worn at night

Hawk wasn't hot, but took me nine hundred degrees. Four wheels on two trucks won't make any deliveries. A nose that don't smell, a tail that don't wag.I ride on a ramp but I'm not handicapped.

I wear a crown, but am no king. I scratch the dirt for tasty things. I give my treasure, smooth sometimes white, sometimes brown, Then often end up roasted, served throughout the town.

An army of one hundred, they want me to fight. A hypothetical battle to test their might. Against their numbers, I stand as one, A force of nature, second to none.