Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
A reaction to being spooked that takes its name from waterfowl
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?