I sound like corn, but in truth, you’re gonna need a map to get out of me.

I've a head and tails quite many By my lonesome I am ten By a dozen I am plenty A fare for the ferryman

Customarily, I'm used for heavy commodities, But swapping in an 'e' makes a bevy of entities. Swap out the first to make me last for ages. Swap the second to give groups of the next their number: Swap the third for inferior appendages. Swap out the last for color or timbre.

I make your laughter come out, thats fifty percent what im about. Images make you laugh like a fool, My life is very cool.

I can bind kings and free slaves. I build empires or tear them down, But only if I remain hidden.