In a forest, it'll make you trip, A drink that everyone would sip, To cheer for your team's fate, An Aussie asking to mate, A number over itself, When a rotting tooth needs help. I am a...

Roaming through an endless space, I keep your homeland in its place. Closer, ever faster to me, till all things shall never be. Though massive ye shall never see, through time and space, what can I be?

I'm there before the rooster crows, I hide away when morning glows. Then I return when day is done, I'm never there in midday sun. The devil's name was mine back then, But stories change and so do men.

Streaking through the vast night, a brief visitor with a fiery tail, its icy heart melts under the sun's watchful gaze.

I move without feet, my path drawn in dust. The air is my book, my tongue its reader. Once I whispered to gods, now I wait in the grass, silent and patient, where fear has a shape.