Spherical or flat Colorful or mingling fat Cut perfectly and neat Or giggling at David’s tiny meat.

I retrieve but have no hands I speak but say no words When I am old I will not learn

As a piece of wood, I serve many purposes Made out of flesh, I am an exercise Some also know me as an importat aspect of an argument In all thre cases, I am a basic building block

I've a barrel but no lid Silver keys but no lock. Should you ever use me, You'll find it hard to talk. I've a bell but no clapper, I can sing a magnum opus, But the best hint of all Is a salty, dry octopus.

Round and endless, I bind with gold, Circle fingers or Saturn's hold. Echo my sound or join the fight, Promise eternal in morning light.