Let us inside you, Beauty is pain, By hook or by crook, A little less plain Punching and pushing, Stinging and sear, Now we're within you, And we'll stay right here

I’m information, I’m sport, I’m dance. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m ham. What am I?

With my long neck And Big wide tongue I can lap up that hole All day, son.

guard your head from skyward tears and fiery beams alike, a shield above your dwelling height.

Where pavement meets the edge, I stand, A boundary line in concrete's hand. Stopping wheels and feet alike, I brace the road with steadfast might.