Answer:
This became a fashion statement in the garden of Eden.
What is at the end of every rainbow?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Passed from father to son and shared between brothers, its importance is unquestioned though it is used more by others.
Spies and detectives do this to phones and musical shoes make this sound.
Cycle Cycle Cycle.