I ride with kings, though I wear no crown I march in rows, but never leave the ground Straight I advance, yet sideways I slay One humble step can change my fate one day

I have a spot saved for you, but I do not have a seat or chairs. I am often seen in the pages of a book.

I twist and turn but never run, I stop the game before it's won. I hold things tight, I halt the fight, I dress you up for a fancy night.

I start my life dry, but wetness marks my graduation, I venture forth to many a nation. I have a name but cannot speak, I carry souls, though not to keep.

To hold one close or eat your stew I’ll help you fish or play golf too