Around the waist, snug it sits tight, holding up trousers with all its might. A trusty band, both sleek and strong, keeping things up as you stroll along.

I top your pizza and your martini, In salads and dips you’ll find me. From my pit comes liquid shine, Tiny, round, and so divine. Who could I be?

I tighten when things get loose, and loosen when things get tight.

In kitchens of old It kept things quite cold Think of it as a teaser For an appliance like a freezer

I have a heart that’s full of heat, Yet no blood flows through my beat. I breathe in iron, hum and groan, To warm your skin and guard your home. I drink hot water, steam, or oil, To keep the freezing cold at coil.