Crafted like a metal place, holds fluttering dreams in a tiny space. Confined and yearning to roam, it whispers to the heart, 'Oh my, how I long for home!'

My name begins with the absolute last letter of the alphabet, but ends with the very first. No need to ponder, because I am famous enough to get a crossing named after me. What am I?

I dance without feet, I whirl without sound. A flick gives me life, Then I spin all around.

Leave me alone and it's where you rest Change a letter and it's what a child does best Do it again and it's what to do on a test Do it once more and it's what I detest.

I have legs but never walk, I help you sit but never talk. You pull me out when you need a rest, what am I?