Although I am no Oobleck I can turn you to goo While Im often a lie, Im most known to be true Some call me a trap The kind you fall into While most may revere me To some Im taboo

This goes in a drink to chill Not in a city to... Be careful with this on the road Or you might slide around in the cold

In a world of looping elegance, I hug the neck with symmetry, a polished pretzel, perfect for the dapper and dandy. I'm neither a knot nor a noose, yet I bind with charm and grace.

In the realm of code and byte, Commands are given, taking flight, With grip so tight. In pixel worlds vast, Control is cast. A lever's might, a pilot's delight.

Amidst the wood, a lantern dost fly, With wings of gossamer, it doth vie. In night it doth gleam, In daylight unseen, A spark in the dark, ne'er to lie.