Always running, stays in place. Has a mouth but not a face. Has no lungs but yet can roar. A passageway without a door.

Step on me, walk all over me, that’s what I’m for! A place for your feet as you stand or explore. I’m in houses and buildings, just look down. I promise you’ll find me all over town!

Shh! Can you hear that? Pay attention and be quiet

Golden kernels that dance with a crackle, transforming into fluffy clouds, a cinema's crunchy companion.

I click in the dirt, kids trade me for fun, I cool palace halls, smooth under the sun.