Rooted, here I sit in place; a lonely sentinel of grace. My arms are grand, and steady held; if sick and die I must be felled. Many names have I, but one I keep; for I’m the one who’s known to weep.

A mainstay of slapstick comedy, Most at home in Tom and Jerry, If you're feeling greedy just try your luck, Grab my cheese and your fingers will get stuck!

I am soft and wide and made for rest, A cozy place that does its best. I hold your sit and welcome your lean, The comfiest spot you have ever seen. In living rooms I like to stay, For reading books or end of day. What am I, so snug and neat, A favorite place to sit and eat no wait to sit and relax?

One guards a message folded tight, one rests where sea and stone unite. Though one’s pressed in wax and one meets foam, what single word can call both home?

I have a head, but no brains. I have a body, but no bones. The harder you hit me, the better I do my job, but if you hit me wrong, I’ll bend or break.