I have a face, but no eyes. I have a spine, but cannot stand. I hold many stories, but never speak.

You can find one in a book. You can find one on a tree. Or you can find one in a car dealership selling Nissans.

With a spin and a whirl, off it flew, But don't you fret, it'll come back to you. Like tales old Nan told 'round the fire, Returnin' loyal, never to tire.

I wake you early, steal your sleep, give work you’d rather not keep. You count the minutes till you’re free, yet come back daily, unwillingly.

All roads led to me Except they favor Rome Without me food is bland I’m what you sprinkle on life