Come little birds, stretch your wings Fly around and sit on things A small taste of freedom Although it's not real For you're still confined Tween my ribs of steel Guess what I am If you got to this stage But know that the answer isn't a cage

Round, oval, square, or any shape. I hold all sorts of goodies like candy, gifts, eggs or fruit. Woven, wooden, felt, plastic - I can be made of anything. Balls like to go through me as well.

I am not a plant, though gardens drown in me. I have no veins, yet I bleed the sky. I am countless, yet singularly blamed. I feast without a mouth, kill without a hand, and when I rule, oceans go silent. What am I?

If I get lost you have to manually exercise control. Want to get away from everyone? Am I the island for you! Your lord wants a circular water-filled trench around his castle. He wants you to do it over again! All three are me! What could I be?

I start with a promise that glitters like gold, Each step up the ladder, a story retold. Bring two, bring four, let ambition ignite, The top grows fat while the base bears the weight. Stones stack on trust, not mortar or grit, Wide at the bottom, but narrow where it sits. What shape am I, built on belief and desire, A monument raised while the many perspire?