A rub of me, upon your form In running waters, comfortably warm Will cleanse your soul, and ease your mind To other's senses you shall be kind

If they're triangular or square your butt will be sore

I guard the coats you never use, the shoes you swear you didn’t choose. Each year I grow, yet none can see, who keeps on feeding these things to me.

A place for damsels held. Steel and iron, stack and weld. Broadcasting voices from its peak: its beacon’s silent yell. Tolkien’s two: an easy tell. Rapunzel used to dwell. It’s silhouette on a stormy night, top stories: fright it sells.

My brothers crow in the morning, I guard your roof, night and day. Round and round I'm spinning, the wind blows, I point the way.