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.

They say I’m shady, that’s not wrong, I’ve held my ground my whole life long. I’ll leave again, but never go, Ask my rings, they’ll let you know.