It's a book without its ending. Double it, and it'll need mending.

I stand over rivers, cars zoom on my back, I’m curved like a rainbow along the track. People cross safely from side to side, What am I, with my arched spine wide?

In the corner sits a porcelain sea, A cozy boat for you and me. With bubbles rising like morning dew, A soak of dreams, oh what a view!

What did the witch do at the open air market?

I keep a working man compensation eligible. I can also keep a cyclist from becoming a vegetable.