In the realm of frost, where whispers call, A white orb gathers, heed its thrall. A sorcerer's tool to tempests bind, A playful spell in winter's mind.

Often found in subways, one must pay to pass. At least that's the concept, as most simply step over my ass.

have four legs but never run. I have a back but never ache. I have two arms but no hands. I am the best place for a nap.

Traditionally done up as Bunny Ears. We’re never really replaced by Velcro

You see me float, atop the foam, not sink, as you think I should. What am I?