Shiny accolades that gather dust, symbols of past glories, they stand like silent guardians of your victories.

I’m the nipple’s tiny curtain, spinning in a whirl, A decorative flair for the exotic dancing girl.

Sweet and tasty I am the treat for everyone that loves to baked in this freshly season feast

I bind your papers so they won’t slip, or show a video that’s short and quick. I hold things firm or briefly play, In work or screen, I find my way.

These sturdy travelers march through mud and snow, their leather voices echoing as they stampede across the earth. Guardians of toes, they step into battles and adventures alike, loyal to each stride.