I am a necklace, but not made of gold, I wear no gems, yet I’m bright to behold. Woven of blossoms, of leaves, or of thread, I’m draped round a shoulder, a wall, or a head. I welcome a guest, or I honor the brave, And wither away when there’s no sun to crave.

I can be the first step in a house, or the last step on a ship.

You will find me in the forge, but I am no weapon Underneath the iron hot, The most common inanimate cartoon villain, That can flatten you in one shot.

I may offer shelter, food, and space, yet freedom has no resting place.

Glide on ice A figure eight is nice Go after a puck Or a triple axel, try your luck