In the hold of the ship, where cheese be the lure, A snapper awaits, with a promise unsure. Ye critter of whiskers, beware the sly thief's snare, For the treasure ye seek, tis not quite fair.

I'm a creature of wind, a playful delight, Dancing on strings, in the open sky's light, A box or a diamond, my shape may take, I soar and I twirl, for a joyful sake.

I may grow in stone or shine at a feast, formed by the earth or crafted at least. Fragile or firm, I shimmer with light, what am I, clear and bright?

I flip up in rain or when engines need care, I shadow your face with a fold of warm wear. I lift from a car when the engine’s no good, A cover in cloth or in metal - I quietly stood.

In hills I hide, my depths untold, where rocks and stone in layers unfold. Chisels sing and hammers dance, to sculpt your dreams, a second chance.