I once was a desktop assistant, I guess I still do the same... I keep your order consistent, And put the staple to shame.

I’m built with care, but not by hand, I’m woven where the branches stand. A cozy home, both warm and small, A shelter where the young ones call. Twigs and feathers make my wall, I keep my little guests from fall. I’m not a house, yet home I’m called, Where eggs lie safe and dreams unfold. I cradle life, but never roam, Among the leaves, I make my home. What am I, hidden in a tree, A little cradle for all to see?

Some like me in a bowl, others on a plate, Find me in Asian dishes or Italian fare, Slurp me up or twirl me dainty, in broth or sauce, Pho, ramen or carbonara I'll be there

Aglets are what's on my tip Tie me up for a better grip Watch out for I can make you trip!

In the morn, a quick scrape by my side, A flick of the wrist, smooth skin abides. Steady hand and gentle glide, A daily dance where stubble confides.