My first's in tank, But not in panzer, My second's in carrot And also in tarot, My third is in lap, But not in recliner If one were to peer at every odd line, A further clue might emerge over time I'm a master of spin, the best you might say So what is this riddle trying to convey?

One wee soldier, Among the ranks, Which surround, To guard the flanks. I brace myself, As hand draws near, A little pinch, My death you hear.

If you feel like this emotion is the truth, clap along to Mr. Williams' most uplifting song.

In a porcelain sea, I recline with glee, A vessel of warmth, where bubbles roam free.

It symbolizes family, belonging, and a sense of security Yet you can have all of those without possessing it It's just two to three decades of mortgage payments away