Built to carry, built to hold, at least that’s what the box has told. Reality arrives quite fast . . . one careful lift, and now I’m trash.

Remove the first and wear me on your head Birds use it all to build up a bed It can drop from a tree And snap without plea

I have two faces but carry no lies, I can spend a whole lifetime without any eyes. I am spun by the poor, and I'm saved by the bold, Though I shine like a mirror, I'm not always gold.

I fly on high when spells are cast, past wizard towers, flying fast. Beside the cauldron, I sit and wait, while potions brew to seal our fate. But when the magic night is through, I sweep the floors of dust for you.

Do not make me remind you Kronk. Not that one! I can be pushed or pulled to open or close, lift or lower, turn on or off, The possibilities are endless.