In a bed of stones, I pave the way, Tiny soldiers in a gray array. Crushed beneath wheels, I won't complain, Underfoot, I bear the strain.

Beneath the surface, I swallow all, From silver spoons to drops that fall, When water flows, I am your fate, Letting go what you can’t abate. Yet in the realm of sound and sight, I bring many as one, in seamless flight.

Scientists, pockets, engines, and bottles have this in common with me.

I start out small and quiet, snug in my shell, then I dance and I leap when the heat makes me swell. I’m buttery or sweet, in a bowl or a sack, movie nights aren’t complete if I’m not coming back.

Amongst the fields of wheat and hay you often see, odds are there's big ol' me! Make sure to keep me under lock and key, otherwise you'll drown in more than just fees!