Round and round in cars and clocks, I grab with my teeth and turn in my box. Big pushes small around smaller pin. Some call me simple, but all need my spin.

I sprout from a head, but I'm not a horn. Some will try to collect me, their wall to adorn. Mostly worn my males, it's true. But there are cases where females have me too.

As white as the clouds it can be . Picked for almost everything now a days. Be careful though because it's not always going to taste as good as you think.

Ask a Brit, I could be had at every meal. Or sometimes used in a knit and a purl. The ones made of jelly will make you squeal with delight. Don’t forget the toes of our four legged friends who caterwauls all night.

A place rest and unwind while clean bubbles help me remove the daily grime