Boss makes a dollar, I make a this. That's why I poop, on company time!

What mows down this of grass and makes roller complete? The same thing that makes strands near flush where they seat. Rounded it’s useless, unless on your feet. Snipes played the part: a vampires defeat.

I glide on winter’s silver skin, yet also haunt the ocean floor. One self is steel that sings on ice, the other spreads its wings to soar.

There was a trade route that featured my name, I'm a leader in the pajama game, Quite refined and never firm, Don't go berserk when you see my worms.

Through shadowed paths where echoes lurk, a corridor's magic at the work. Between realms both near and far, guiding steps like a guiding star.