My voice is tender, my waist is slender, and I'm often invited to play. Yet whenever I go, I must take my bow, or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
I am not a king, I am not a queen But most of you will bow when I'm seen Currently I am resting on my side But soon I will continue my stride I can't walk, run, fly or crawl Yet I am the greatest traveller of all What am i?
