Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Why was the cook arrested?