A sound card alone won’t do, you need something more, to convert the signal into sound we adore. We plug them in, power them on, and let them sing.

So sweet and fine, wrapped up in a paper twine, a treat for all, young and old, in shiny coats of red and gold.

I may sound a little nerdy, but you will need me to get into your house

In the crown of a giant, a nut is born, Future oak dreams hidden in its form. A cap it wears, like knights of yore, Guarding the forest's future lore.

I am a third place medal, what is my color?