He stands beside the road in a purple cap and tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.

In science I measure, in earth I reside, on skin I appear, though small I may hide. From numbers to tunnels to marks you can see, one word defines all versions of me.

While I till soil and move leaves, the other leaves soil in your jeans. Our names are the same, except I'm a tool and it's a fiend.

Every time I'm told the Earth doesn't revolve around me, I shoot a burning look at thee.

The world’s largest rodent is I, in South America I live and die.