I stretch ahead but never walk, I carry travelers without a talk. Cars and bikes may follow my way, Guiding them onward night and day.

I am the middleman between your hand and everything you shouldn’t be touching.

Four tapering walls of solid stone, A four-sided pillar stood alone. A pyramid sits upon my head, My ancient skin is deeply read. A monolithic monument, To watch the sky I have been sent.

A delicious dairy delicacy But not the kind for drinking Better spread on toasted bread With some cinnamon sugar, maybe?

Round and round I love to go, stirring up trouble wherever I flow. Eggs get dizzy, cream gets thick, give me a twirl and I work real quick. I never take a bite, but I beat things all day. What am I, when your ingredients need to play