I live in a cave, wiggling and free, I gossip, I slurp, and sneak snacks with thee. I don’t have legs but I sure love to roam, helping you talk or whistle where I’m right at home.

Beginning with a thinner fog, a little less opaque And ending with corrosion where materials oxidate But really I'm a wariness, suspicions implicate

If I am a dish, serve me cold. If you can’t let me go, you won’t grow old. If peace makes you rich, then I’ll make you poor. If a grave must be dug, then dig one more.

I replicate a natural form, of that which brews inside a storm. Fill me on-site, hold me just right, and we will sustain life tonight. There's no need to undress, or make a mess...we're doing it all in plain sight!

Throw a stone in the lake, and I will follow through. I am also something some boats do. Each kitchen has me, some even have two. Some bedrooms have me, and some garages too.