You click me to hold the hatch, A metallic guardian, your safety catch. Attention robbers who come to snatch, With me in place, you've met your match.

Whether I'm a gift or a sport Get me near a kitty cat If it fits I sits.

I house the wings that long to soar, yet none may leave my open door. I give them space to flap and glide, but just beyond, true freedom lies.

I am the infant son of kings crown'd with ice and stone. I wear a verdant coat of green that shines when winds are blow'n. I roll and roll with feet unmov'd, on me human youth b'come kings. Some choose to die upon me, Choose wisely before cutting the strings.

Either flesh or plastic, still holds milk.