We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low.

I blacken your breath, I spoil your grin, I hunt in a pack, And kill from within.

I have a king, I have a queen. The jester hides among the rest.

I bring life back to dull and desolate lands. Millions of farmers the world over rely on me, and my various forms to fulfill their plans. In motion, I resemble a chasse. With my absence, you couldn’t click your pen in class.

Some of me ride, some of me crash, sometimes I'm known to make a small splash. I'm usually found with objects that bash. I can come as a single, sometimes I come stacked. I'm made to be beaten, but pretty worthless if cracked.