Born from steel or broken wire, I often grow into a fire.

I have arms, but I can’t hug. I have a back, but I can’t move. You sit on me when you want to relax. What am I?

I'm useful at home or out by the sea, And if you need something carried, you might choose me, At home I help with a mop when you're cleaning by hand, At the beach I can help you move water or sand, But if someone says they've kicked me, that's quite the trick, They're not playing with me, they've died real quick.

I’m steaming in a mug, Sweet with a fluffy top, Cold outside, warm inside, One sip and you won’t stop.

I may crown a coffee, top a wave, or cushion sleepers while they laze.