Mick is one. Skip it for fun. In the UK, a bunch add up to a ton To kill two birds, use it, don't bother with a gun.

In halls of yore where echoes softly fall, A serpent slinks in spirals, rising tall. Dost thou ascend where shadows cast a spell, To reach the heavens where the mortals dwell?

Notes are what I make, in ways more than one. Your fingers need a break, so you enter when you're done.

I bring green to fields and warmth to the air, or I store up force with a coiled care. One makes the earth begin anew, the other drives motion when tension is through.

When borne by the King, I'd sparkle with stones, Worn too by the Dragon, In a bright golden tone, I clung to the Angels, and devils indeed, Like 'Evil' incarnate, atop silver steed