I'm used in tennis, strung and tight, In ping pong too, though not quite right. Make a loud and rowdy scene, And I’m the noise that’s often seen. In shady deals, I play my part - A criminal game, a crooked art.

Cars, taxi cabs, skyscrapers and lights all night. Many stars come from me, I see how well they shine bright.

Fuzzy but not furry Stone at my heart One hard secret inside of me

i'm skinny, hollow, very thin i grow, you cut me back again bundle me up for winter's wind, i'll be your friend when the cows come in.

A woven cradle for fruit's delight, it holds your goods from day to night. With handles strong, it bears the weight, in markets bustling, it holds your fate.