It can star but have no stage,
It can pound but have no hammer,
It can dash but have no legs,
It can slash but have no knife,
What is it?
I walk, but have no legs. I sleep, but never dream. You can
rock me in a cradle, but I am not a baby and I can go around
the world faster than you can cross a room. What am I?
I have an end but no beginning,
A Star but no Moon,
A Home but no Family,
and a Space without Room.
I never speak but
there is no word I cannot make.
What am I ?
My timpani play a rhythmic song,
With hammer on anvil I play along.
Down my canal no ship sets course,
And I have a stirrup that fits no horse.
What am I?