What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
Why are foot injuries so serious?