It looks just like a Nice bear. But it's that which we own as a pair.

I leave a bold trail wherever I go, On paper or boards, I help ideas show. I may guide a path, label a place, or leave behind a lasting trace.

It's a book without its ending. Double it, and it'll need mending.

I stand over rivers, cars zoom on my back, I’m curved like a rainbow along the track. People cross safely from side to side, What am I, with my arched spine wide?

In the corner sits a porcelain sea, A cozy boat for you and me. With bubbles rising like morning dew, A soak of dreams, oh what a view!