Up then down I fly, A moment caught in the air, Landing softly now.

On your head Or popping brown, downtown

I spin through a bowl, yet never grow dizzy. I chase lumps away, pulling air into play. Held by a handle, my loops move fast, Blending what was separate until smooth at last.

It looks just like a Nice bear. But it's that which we own as a pair.

I leave a bold trail wherever I go, On paper or boards, I help ideas show. I may guide a path, label a place, or leave behind a lasting trace.