Perched on the bridge of wisdom’s gate, with crystal windows to see our fate. Two arms embrace, yet never hold, through them, a clearer world unfolds.

You can wear me on your head and rarely to bed, you can find me at the top of a fizzy soda pop, and in modern parlance, if you deceive, the crowd will perceive and exclaim me.

Take all of your fingers, And all of your toes, Weave them together, And count with your nose

Unicycle is sort of like it, Especially without the ‘cy’. Single tone combined with cull, Free parking on the eye.

In halls of triumph, warriors prance, Their feet strike the earth in a trance. A rhythmic spree, Like waves at sea, A battle of steps they enhance.