I tempt with tunes and talking mice, Sell dreams in ears, for quite the price. With castles, thrills, and grinning ghouls, I break the grown-ups’ boring rules.

I have a mouth but never talk And I can run but never walk What am I?

I have keys but they cannot open. I have Mice that are beloved I am a state but not of matter

A sandwich, a Mark, a cigar, and a chain. All characterized from the island I came

A maze of stone with silence profound, many enter then turn around. Walls of rock both damp and cold, I harbor secrets to be untold. A silent mouth which does not speak, any who enter mustn't be weak.