A tin man stood very still He couldn't move, despite his will Then this saved the day And poured drops to take friction away

A pillar to find your way, But not visible from far away. In the pursuit of knowledge, You can use it to mark your stopage.

Made in a bank or often with poles, Filled with horses and their foals. Add a -do and it's a new home, One could even be a dome.

A red field's crown, A sleep of stone, A paper flower where grief is shown. What am I?

Used in outlines, used on boards Children tossing rocks when they are bored