I am many things with many tasks, I swim with sharks and grade the flasks I summit mountains, I model towns, I measure disasters that bring them down. I rise and fall in musical calls, and sometimes ponder the weight of it all.

Yellow, green, red, brown, Once up high now on the ground

I stand by my numbered brethren, always waiting for the next transaction. I guard my trust dutifully, never judging the possessions that amass within.

Play On! the Purpose of Course is Obvious when you Read between the lines. No way you get this wrong!

While young, no teeth but known for mashing. Still unfledged and no feet, but famously known for hopping. Once matured, no head but honored with a crowning.