In a circle, I am the divide, A part of the whole, where secrets reside. On a board, I'm a cut of delight, In a pie, I'm a sharer's delight.

Jubilant! Oh yeah! Yippee! Are all synonyms of me, Look carefully at verse one, And my full name you'll see!

I can be cast but I am not plaster. Compared to my cousin, I melt faster. I'm my mother and father forged into one. I heralded an age, but by my cousin undone.

when i was a girl i had short golden hair in the wind i'd whirl, sisters everywhere now i am old and my hair is white the winds blow cold-- my hair takes flight!

I can relax your mind or twist your gut. Either way, I’m all about pieces.