I've saved a country from famine, it's true. I can be used boiled, mashed, or stuck in a stew. Many people enjoy me in myriad ways, though fried is my most popular taste.

Use me to keep your place In paper's arms I am embraced Made of plastic, metal or paper it's true, I will always bring you to the words you last knew

I stand guard in a pitiful place; Gelatinous fortress, an arid embrace. I fight a foe that you cannot see, but another sense is glad for me. I fade each day, a duty unsung: Yet without my touch, civility's stung.

I have space, which holds no thing. I have keys, which open no locks. You can enter, you may escape, but you will never exit.

I show what’s in front, but I’m not what you see, I change with the light, yet stay just as I be, I vanish when touched, but never truly flee.