Scattered pieces on the floor, A thousand shapes - and sometimes more. Edges first, then work inward slow, Till hidden pictures start to show.

I hold two circles that bring far things near with adjustable focus to make distant sites clear hunters and birdwatchers know me well I'm there trusty companion with stories to tell strap me around your neck raise me Up high I'll double your eyes

In a darkened room I stand, casting warmth with a glowing hand. When night falls, I’m in demand, brightening corners where shadows expand.

I stand above towns, steady and tall, with bells that ring and clocks for all. In fairy tales a princess waits behind my stone walls, what am I that overlooks them all?

Earthy treasures hidden underground, they can be mashed, fried, or baked to golden perfection, delighting taste buds globally.