I hold ideas, in spiral, three ring, glued spine. Closed, your dreams stay safe.

I begin as something vital, A cornerstone, a base. Remove my worth, change just one sound, And blooms will fill my space.

I shrink giants if you add a beat. Add some festivity, and I might be sweet. With only my name and a simple spark, I help fend off cold and the winter dark.

A baby's bum I swaddle From crawling to a waddle I can be cloth or disposed And keep the stinky stuff enclosed

Higher and higher we try, stay in the middle for maximum drive. Keep jumping, do not stop, stay off the edge or you will jump for naught.