I have blades, but not to cut hair. I can't walk, but can get most anywhere. I don't have wings, but still prefer the air.

I have teeth, but no mouth. Yet you still hear my voice wheeee as I ride up and down.

Behold my size, I’m considered a God! A fatal taste of me and you may not grow old. I may be a gigantic blazing clod, or I may help in measures of the cold.

I can be an affordable meal to millions across the land. I can be a nuisance to millions of computers across the globe. What am I?

I am like a small village, forged of iron and stone, Though crowded together, all are alone. At the housewarming party, some shed a tear, But often forget the ones who moved here.