Strong and sturdy the Smith pounds me, Each strike makes me want to be forge anew. Thus I ask you want am I to thee.

Pucker up buttercup Do this with your lips And get a little kiss Keep your cash in the bag Don't let the villain Steal your swag

One fills your eyes with quiet tears, one stuns a crowd with sudden cheers. Though opposite in how they start, one word belongs to every part.

I shield you from elements late in the year, And layer paint on the walls you hold dear.

I have a bed, but I never sleep. I have a mouth, but I never speak. I always run, but have no legs, Born in the hills from winter's dregs.