Two little windows help me see What distant things may hide from thee I bring far mountains close to view And let the stars seem nearer too With both my eyes I do my best While distant worlds become my guest Hold me steady and look ahead And see what once seemed far away instead

I am stuffed but never eat. I have a face but never speak. I am a man who was never born. I guard gold that's actually corn. Who am I?

I can cradle what is broken, Or send a stone flying free. I can hang around your shoulder, Or swing you from a tree. One word, yet many ways to move. What am I?

Often dark and dank, shackles lying to and fro, something in here stank. Captives held and tortured here, just watch for the dragon in the rear!

I’m small and green, but sometimes black, press me hard and oil comes back.