Product of the patriarchy, binding, squeezing, I imprison two by two. oh! freedom song of sweet release when my job is through.

I make memories in the winter, but I am not made of snow. You might see me in the distance, coming closer while people scream!.

I mean to beat and rob you, Yet I am no common thug. When charged with heated Cocoa I work better than a hug! Not made of finest crystal like you’d raise up to the sky. I’m made of earth through fire, here’s the question: What am I?

I'm not a crab but I have a shell I'm not a pea but I have a twin in my cell I'm not a nut but that's hard to tell

Because I am the blue one, I was given the name of something you blow.