I'm in the wind, I'm in your hand, I light the way, though safest in a stand, I check your eggs, I am small or grand, You might hold me if you have a long love unrequited, and I can clean your ears on demand.

We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low.

I blacken your breath, I spoil your grin, I hunt in a pack, And kill from within.

I have a king, I have a queen. The jester hides among the rest.

I bring life back to dull and desolate lands. Millions of farmers the world over rely on me, and my various forms to fulfill their plans. In motion, I resemble a chasse. With my absence, you couldn’t click your pen in class.