“Ah, riddles,” the voice purred, “Are they not simply wonderful?
To mull your mind over a simple description of an item,
to have the answer staring at you,
And yet, it remains so elusive…"

I have no legs to dance,
and yet to no sound do I dance.
I have no eyes to see,
and yet with ease, a certain trail I can follow.
I can be useful, I can be harmful,
but cold is something I shall never be.