A house made of glass or net To hold our feathered friends the best And yet, despair! To their dismay... It's just another, larger, cage.

I craft great locks and shape their keys, repair them when they fail with ease. And if you’re stranded on the wrong side, I’m the one you hope will arrive.

I am the first to be laid, yet I carry the weight, Of the grandest cathedral and the halls of the state. I sit at the angle where two walls must meet, Holding the structure so it stays on its feet.

In the garden, I'm a knight cloaked in royal hues, with a soft heart and versatile nature, loved in kitchens worldwide, yet I'm not a king's fruit.

I speak without a mouth, show worlds without eyes. I can sway nations with manufactured lies. Though silent myself, my screen amplifies.