I come at night with fear or grace, Yet guide the hopes you long to chase.

I bite down hard without a sound, binding papers tight and bound. With metal teeth I leave my trace, what am I in this office space?

When you let your animals out to pasture, And you need to keep an ear out for wherever they meander, You can grace them with this fabulous accessory. Any material will do, so long as it can make a loud enough clatter and can cut through insects' incessant chatter Now you can get your chores done, or even rest a spell, Alternatively, as Ferrell would say, 'Needs more'...?

When you need me, say achoo, You'll will hear a Bless you.

Captain... Fishing... Picture... Sales...