Answer:
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The babyβs right,
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.