The first half a woodsman’s tool The second half as in mule From wheel to wheel you’ll find it spanned If you’ve too many, some roads are banned

My teeth will bite you if you move me wrong. Change my face often when you feel I’m getting dull. I’ll help you look good in a thong, and keep you looking like a doll.

I can be long or short, glass or wood, and cats try knocking things off me if they could. In a cabinet, closet, above the bed i can be, I'm a place to store books, or anything, really.

You click me to hold the hatch, A metallic guardian, your safety catch. Attention robbers who come to snatch, With me in place, you've met your match.

I am too small to be seen with your eye, but judge me not by my size. Split me and cities vanish.