I have legs but cannot walk, I have a seat but cannot talk. I'm often found where spirits flock.

What is a rock that doesn’t open locks But locks all things in place?

In shadows deep, where secrets creep, a keeper of chains and whispered fears. Within its bounds, adventure stirs, yet escape is but a dream that blurs.

I leave dark trails across a page, or keep young piglets neatly caged.

An animal I’ll help you find They won’t sneak up from behind In the field or in the pen I’ll sing for all to hear