I hide slender lines of flesh From crime, cold, and grime. I protect those ivory keys, My leather standing the tests of time. Woolen, knitted, or more, I embrace the hands of a mime.

Hold me tight and I'll do the dance, I make the white ball jump and prance.

It puts this on it's skin or it gets the hose again.

I wear a velvet robe of deepest violet hue, I hide a stony heart that cannot bleed for you. Soft to the touch and sweet upon the tongue, I hang in quiet shade where leafy branch is hung.

Bowl a ball in here and you score nothing; in the street, wave it bye.