Steel bites the cold ground Seeds grow and secrets vanish One tool, two endings.

I sail the seas with treasure so grand, A mighty ship from a distant land. Pirates seek me, a ship of old, With sails full of riches, and stories bold. What am I?

Cunningly carries contents captive, crafted to confine, a wooden wonder whirling through warehouse whispers.

Technically I am a legume, used for oil, butter or just a snack to enjoy. A famous cartoon is named after me, the one with the dog and the bald boy.

I hold your most precious memories tight, Yet I never saw the original sight. I have four borders but not a single state, Displaying the moments that you celebrate.