Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast
Till I eat the world at last.

We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you ’ll find in jet,
T’other you may see in tin,
And the fourth a box within;
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you...