I’m a grandfather without children Crazy without a brain Loud without a mouth I’m in your pocket, on your arm, in your devices and in your yard Hurry up and guess already

A dance, plus a rotating blade A unreal villian with no victim I make the pieces of the puzzle So the whole can be made

I'd like to French-kiss whoever invented this butterful, flakey treat...

Under an ass is a place that it’s found. Shoes fit straight to this, is a game that rings round. It’s known for it’s clipping and clopping like sound. Equivalent on equine to the feet we are bound.

In a realm of sixty-four squares, she strides with grace unmatched, her power extends in every direction, commanding the board's vast expanse.