Never rests.

WATERFALL
This old one runs forever,
But never moves at all.
He has not lungs, nor throat,
Still, a mighty roaring call.

DICE
You can count on them, though
some would rather cursethem.
You can speak dear to them,
though well all know 'tis
just in vain.

LOGS
They have not lips nor tongues,
Yet lead them green to the pit,
And as they die you will hear,
Them sputter, hiss and spit.

FARRIER
There is a shoemaker in the dell.
Makes his shoes with steel and nail.
Although his goods last right well,
Folks need two pair, without fail.

BRIDGE
When it is stout,
People gladly tread.
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