Without any muscle, I dance on a stage Tireless, I work, but I'm paid no wage I sing and tell tales without any voice Others speak for me, I'm given no choice When I cease to dance, or fail to amuse They drag me away with no chance to refuse No struggle or scream as I'm taken, and then They summarily hang me, 'til I rise again.

I'm a newfangled whosie whatsit like a thingy detector, If you're stumped, go go and ask a certain inspector.

Whether it's the date that you were born, Or the day that you were wed, I was surely the centerpiece of the whole event.

From round to long, I change my shape, one of me’s known for a missing escape. I sweeten the morning, lure kids from their beds, their feet find the table before sleep leaves their heads. With coffee or juice or tea I agree, always delicious, ask Homer, ask me. So what am I called, with flavors still growing, a treat much beloved and forever worth knowing?

I live in a casket inside your pocket. Drawn out lifeless but left alive. Sucked the life out of me and blew it away.