I carry your books, your clothes, your gear I follow you everywhere you steer I have two straps but never arms And keep your belongings safe from harm.

When clouds grow dark and raindrops fall I rise above you, straight and tall I have no roof, yet keep you dry And open wide beneath the sky

Silky, sticky streams Form a pattern above your head, On ceilings, in corners, Or even above your bed. I’m spooky, I’m creepy, I’m altogether freaky. What am I? Just guess… Here’s a hint: I can be spiderless.

Two little windows help me see What distant things may hide from thee I bring far mountains close to view And let the stars seem nearer too With both my eyes I do my best While distant worlds become my guest Hold me steady and look ahead And see what once seemed far away instead

I am stuffed but never eat. I have a face but never speak. I am a man who was never born. I guard gold that's actually corn. Who am I?