I am a producer of food, drink, cups, and horse-themed sound effects.

I dance in the stars, yet weigh next to nothing. I can lift up your voice, making it squeaky and high. I can be found deep in the earth, where secrets lie. I cool down machines, to temperatures untold, used in the process to make MRI’s bold.

A vast botanical site, hosting both pollinators and people, what a delight! Some versions of me are aesthetically pleasing, while others have a functional reasoning, bringing about a bounty at harvest.

A thing unused, a spot of tea A coin produced, but some make me Of garden run, I, pests repel And some may use me in their spells

I'm counted in shares when markets rise, And simmer in pots as savory prize. I fill the shelves in every shop, And once held heads that could not stop.