I’ve been called a royal, an emperor, a king. Yet even with these titles, I can’t get past one thing. I have but one desire, and only need one chance, To show you all my happy feet, my happy little dance.

If they could speak a language then you would never hear silence They're like a puppy but they can be used to carry things Some people laugh like it speaks

Maybe a tree part Maybe a long nose Maybe storage for cars Maybe used to move clothes What am I?

Though I am formed deep within the terra, I somehow capture an iridescent glimmer. Only once I reach the light of sun, can you see that opaque shimmer.

I’m pretty to look at but painful to hold, On a particular day my red version is sold, I do well on my own as well as bunched together, I’m given with feeling but don’t last forever.