I fear what I reflect, yet I stay the same, Forwards or backwards, I go by one name. Though ironic it seems, my fear is quite real, Of words that reverse oh, what an ordeal!

I sound like a guy that can get you buff. You can go inside me and move around all sorts of stuff.

A dead cow, not steak, this is not a flavor of cake.

I have an important job to do, but I do not have any use for pay. I am known for standing very still, and my emptyheaded ways.

From a canyon you hear me yell you may not see me but you know my smell