I'm primarily something up in space, But Mars named a chocolate after me, They call me Dove in America, But in the UK I am...

A soft and downy bed of fluff, One small and fitted, just enough, To keep your head at perfect rest, For you to get your sleepy best.

I move with no engine, yet I still can glide, Two hands are my heartbeat, they pull at my side. I whisper through waters where motors feel loud, I’m smallest in harbors, but free from the crowd. I travel in rhythm, not rush or in haste, Where effort and silence are part of the taste.

I pierce to heal, and I bite to bind, two different worlds of a similar kind. On a quiet desk, I keep chaos in place, in a room of red, I close up the space. Feed me metal teeth to finish the deed, secure a wound or a document in need.

I can read high and I can read low, Or I put your homeostasis on show.