You can trip over one if it isn't tied right, It makes a Nike or Adidas fit and sit tight. You wear one Birkenstock, it also doesn't fall, But here's not a single one playing that role.

First four play a song Last three tell how long Together, cover a scar A result of a boo boo, or all out war

Crystal drops from above Fancy, what's not to love? Found in ornate ballrooms and bright An elegant way to deliver light

I stand at the crossroads, silent and still, Pointing to valleys, the woods, or the hill. Though I know every route, I have nowhere to go, I guide every traveler, yet nothing I know.

I hide in a jar on the top shelf, You steal me when it's just yourself. Mom counts me, you deny, With crumbs still on your tie.