Answer:
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?