Blocks for Noelle And a punch to the face for mike

A song unsung, A bell unrung. I still can't forget, My one...

I bind without rope and I hold without glue, turn me too tight and I’ll trouble you. I partner with threads in a spiral embrace, locking in secrets, I stay in my place.

An old person’s ball If you are in one, you may need help getting out If you need help getting into its home, you loosened it Arlo Guthrie somehow rhymed this with motorcycle

I am larger, fatter and less slimey than my cousin who sits on a lily pad. In video games I'm not an animal but a being with a mushroom hat.