I live in a building with more than one hundred tenants Some born here, others raised. I'm one of the three originals The lightest of the heavyweights If needed, I'll help you get your head straight.

I have a neck, where I’m often grabbed, but don’t fret, I’ve got that covered. From BB to ZZ I’ve been used To paint in blues, and hues yet to be discovered.

I help you lift, I help you shift, a little push can give a big lift. I turn a wheel, I open a gate, I change your course or move your weight, but pull me wrong, and all you’ll see, Is Yzma falling through a trapdoor, what a comedy!

I can get really low, but have no toes to touch, I am really deep, But only speak when I am touched I’m the largest in my family, all of whom shine so extra nice, Still can’t figure me out? I’m merely just a sheep’s call, twice.

I am something fast, but have no legs. I often whistle, but have no mouth. I carry cargo, but have no arms. I always follow a track, but leave no footprints.