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.

Crafted by hands, held in an embrace. when I'm alone, I'm safe in my case. I have a neck, no throat, no lungs.with six or twelve voices my song sung. I can sing a whisper or powerfully loud. Enjoy me by yourself, or with a crowd.

Shaken, rocked, up and down, back to front, a silent tempest of ever-frozen flakes rages over a still moment 'neath a robe of glass, then quickly calms.

I’m strong till the moment you need me the most, then vanish so quick you’d swear I’m a ghost. When I buffer, you suffer, it’s always the worst, but somehow those ads still manage to load first.

Some call me sweet, some feel a burn. They tend to weep. Not my concern. I rise from depths, yet reach for sun. Tears flow forth and noses run.