I steal your looks but leave your pockets full. I copy you perfectly, yet never learn a thing. I've solved more riddles than any hero ever has, and somehow I'm STILL the answer. You're already thinking of me - don't pretend you're not...

Many things am I, the foundation of many parts of life, in and outside the body, I make buildings steady, swords strong and when I decay red is all that's left.

In fields of green, I stand so bright, A golden sun in morning's light. With wishes blown, I take to flight, A gentle puff, I'm gone from sight.

Cleaned and polished in your drawer I sit Getting me dirty is a job that fits Big or small your face warps wide If you focus hard you can bend me with your mind

I roar and I slurp with greedy delight, I swallow your crumbs both day and night. Socks beware when I start to zoom, what am I, devourer of the room?