On dials and softwoods we're found. Our insistence just might gall, But an 's' makes us gratuitous, Which goes without saying at all.

I’m in the air, though scarce and small, You breathe me in, yet never notice at all. I carry a noble name and stay free, Rarely joining others, just content to be me. When power runs through me, I shine, Lighting up signs with a cool, ghostly line.

Beneath your step, I make my way, In busy lines throughout the day. I’m small in form, yet strong in deed, I lift far more than what I need. I live in soil, I work as one, A million hearts, a single run.

Born in silence, fed on leaves, I am torn from living sleep. Worms die so kings may shine. I crossed empires soaked in blood, passed hand to hand through plague and greed. Roads were named for me, yet I never chose the journey.

RAWR! I am a dinosaur that ate a dictionary.