I’m many made one, Stronger together than lone. I bind without knots, Free and trap with equal grace. Break me once, I’m never whole.

I can be magic I can be poisonous or you can eat me risk-free. I can be foraged I can be bought or you can buy a home kit and grow me.

I can keep it nice and tight Or crumble under pressure I grip with no hands And can help protect your treasure

Extremely cool when you’re in it, In the seventies, it’s hot. Bass is known to bring it, A notch or slot that locks.

Toll free, for the most part, unless in a church. Be careful when you ring to call, for you could summon Lurch. Cleanings must be done, weather can leave brass besmirched. Don’t have a cow, there’s one that’s cracked, in its center, Philly perched.