I am born on the back of a wandering beast, But I’m taken away when the winter has ceased. I can change into jackets, or blankets, or threads, To keep you quite cozy asleep in your beds. Though I started as wool, I can now be man-made, In the softest of sweaters that never will fade.

I wear a crown of seeds, a patty for my heart, Layers of green and red, a culinary work of art. Though I'm often held in hand, I’m a king in my own right.

Cinderella's favorite whip, That took her on a hasty trip. The ball was fun, but she must retire, Before a taste for it her horses acquire.

In the past, I had a job as a locator and I used the clapper. Most of the time I hung around a female's neck. Today I am only struck or beaten by someone to get any noise out of me at all. I'm an idiophone. People say they need more of me when something is mediocre or boring. I came out publically on television with Chris and Will one Saturday Night.

Persians do it every day. Even rakes need a place to stay.