You sit on this, and it doesn’t move, but it takes you from place to place.

You can draw it without paper, You can run it without shoes, It exhales a rising vapor And its warm embrace renews.

I am a lord under the earth, I am a dwarf above it. I have five icy children who, circled in my arms, I covet. I once shared my family’s title but have been stripped of my worth; discriminated by my size and position of my birth.

Three brothers share a family sport: A nonstop marathon The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on The middle brother's tall and slim And keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, Speeding through the race

I fly high on a metal frame. Could be a message or a claim. If I am white - a soldier’s request. If I am red - danger’s assessed.