Portable minds that whisper with keys, their screens are windows to the world, connecting thoughts with a touch, they rest on your knees and travel with ease.

Change my first and I'm an enchanted drink. Change it again if you have no clue. Change it once more to move. Or keep me as is and I make your skin feel like new.

Underfoot, it's lucky and round, Keeps the horse's hoof safe and sound. A symbol of fortune, for those who believe, In the old country, it was nailed with reprieve.

Spinning, spinning, spun, Rumplestiltskin twiddles his thumbs. Flaxen thread, from sheep most pliant, A staple of clothing against the cold most defiant. But we are looking for the orb material that cats love.

Despite my name, I'm probably one of the last places where you'd choose to lay down.