It isn't a fable, mercuries neighbor makes life able, But I am next to him on a different table.

In the center of your face I reside, guiding scents as your fragrant guide. A sneeze from me is quite a blast, capturing air both slow and fast.

I once was a desktop assistant, I guess I still do the same... I keep your order consistent, And put the staple to shame.

I’m built with care, but not by hand, I’m woven where the branches stand. A cozy home, both warm and small, A shelter where the young ones call. Twigs and feathers make my wall, I keep my little guests from fall. I’m not a house, yet home I’m called, Where eggs lie safe and dreams unfold. I cradle life, but never roam, Among the leaves, I make my home. What am I, hidden in a tree, A little cradle for all to see?

Some like me in a bowl, others on a plate, Find me in Asian dishes or Italian fare, Slurp me up or twirl me dainty, in broth or sauce, Pho, ramen or carbonara I'll be there