Answer:
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
When Iβm metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iβm flesh and Iβm blood, In the darkness I roam.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail