Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

In nature and film my fierce type is shown, with a ferocious bite that tears through flesh and bone. Funny enough, the first part of my name Is something years ago, called ugly and lame.

I appear in a haunted house, but I am not a ghost or monster. You might see me in neglected areas and trees.

You can spread me but do not eat me; garden with me, but I alone cannot produce. You can clean and make soaps with me, for I have a lots of use.

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day