I have many keys, but open no door, hidden hammers strike at my core. Black and white in ordered row, beneath your fingers, I sing and flow.

I am a palace built for the dead, Where a crown is replaced by a stone o'er the head. A monument carved out of sorrow and pride, To honor the secrets and spirits inside.

Born of spark, and live on air, I can be started almost anywhere The weapon that a dragon breathes, There's said to be no smoke without me Man's earliest companion from caveman days, Still used today to keep the cold at bay

This pencil case just wont move, neither will this pen and notepad. No, its still still

One of me will keep you thinner A million of me to make your dinner Rub me the wrong way, you might get a splinter.