I reflect what stands before me, yet hold no memory. I double the world, yet make no sound. A silent mimic of your every move, I stand.

I can move you here and there, but I always stay in the same place.

Fields of green and barns of red, It’s where your milk and meat are bred. Tractors roll and crops grow tall, What’s the place that has them all?

I bubble and giggle, I splash all around, Coins make me jingle with a plinkety sound. People make wishes when they see me spray What am I that smiles water all day?

I'm a pair that dice players dread, Two circles of black, a losing spread. Though no reptile, my name implies a hiss, What am I, often met with a dismiss?