I swallow the cold and breathe out heat, A metal mouth where hunger and fire meet. I turn raw hopes to golden delight, Silent by day, roaring at night.

I’m what you might use when told to have a seat. I’m also a slang term for a gaming cheat.

I'm metal. I flip or spin but not turn. I make machines work.

I spin without walking, sing without a mouth. I keep what you said, and also what you played. I can be broken, beaten, or set straight, stored on shelves or chased in a race.

I’m a tiny cut, a little groove, On belts, trees, or maybe your shoe. I help things fit or show your score What am I that’s never a bore?