I'm many teeth, but I never bite, Gathering leaves from morning to night. I clear the grass and keep it clean, The sharpest comb you've ever seen.

I’m baked until golden, then dressed to impress, with frosting and sprinkles in sugary excess.

Wooden heart, iron face, I guard your favorite place. Push me in, pull me out, I know what home's about. What am I?

This stands so tall, guiding letters, one and all! Like a soldier, it holds its ground, in every village, city, and town.

In heat I am born, In ashes I die. I consume those you mourn, I light up the sky. Watch me dance And consume all in my wake. Watch me eat My hunger never slaked.