With no true shape, it stand in for all, On screens or in factories, large and small. The name sounds like nonsense Also called a thingamabob or doodad It's something you'd fidget

I hide in shoes and warm your feet, Lose my twin and life's incomplete.

Used by French insulters to hurl cows and other farm animals at invaders

I have a face but never smile I have two hands but never dial I chase each second round and round Yet I never make a single sound I can hang upon a wall with pride Or rest upon a desk and hide In towers tall I may be found Sometimes I wake you with a sound I never sleep yet night will come I never speak yet tell you some I have no legs but time I chase And never leave my resting place What am I

A needle always leads the way, I closely trail behind. Though one leaves tiny holes at first, I leave them stitched behind.