I am a simple wooden tool that helps a vessel glide, A lever cleaving water to defy the pulling tide. Now drop me right between two letters, and I will quickly turn, Into a flat and wooden plank, a thing to ride or burn. Add a letter to my front, and brutal strength you'll meet, A fierce and charging forest beast with hooves upon its feet. Prefix another letter, and my weight begins to clear, I lift away from earth to float and softly disappear.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

My spiked blue hair, my rust-stained shirt My voice a rattly ratchet My one desire a tasty fish And now I'm going to catch it!

Some of us are made of iron, oil and smoking steel. Others fly in V-formation, where the sun is most ideal. I'm built to shape the skyline but pain I can not feel. The epic pose shown by Miyagi is so strong it's unreal.

The boy who always cries me is never believed, If I'm at your door then you've mouths to feed, I might blow your house down if you are a pig, Or cheat my way to your stocks on Wall Street