Answer:
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
Why was the cook arrested?