I stand so still, yet work all day, Giving little gifts away. Push me once or wave hello, Watch my tiny treasure flow. I never eat, I never drink, Yet I help more than you think. Some say I'm kind, some call me neat, I make small jobs feel quite complete. Sometimes I'm found beside a sink, Sometimes where the people drink. Sometimes I live upon a wall, Waiting proudly, straight and tall. I never ask for gold or pay, But serve a hundred times a day. A gentle press, a careful squeeze, I do my work with perfect ease. I have a mouth but cannot chew, I open wide because of you. I have a belly full inside, Holding all I safely hide. Sometimes bubbles, sometimes cream, Sometimes sugar for your dream. Maybe soap to clean your hands.

I grow heavier with every drink. Yet lighter with one squeeze.

A small, young, or lesser version of a tab?

Beneath ten patient fingertips, my silent voice takes flight.

When little pieces are falling from the sky, It can be gathered and is kind of dry. Push it together, make it round, make it tight, You are born when three spheres unite, A touch of wood with a rocky sight, No one had this ever fried.