Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
I am owned by Old McDonald.