Before me the police drives,
behind me a carriage.
Right of me an airplane,
left of me the railway.
WHERE AM I?

It is not a house,
but one builds it,
one eats it,
but does not chew it,
if one does not chew it,
he burns it.
You know it; says:
How is it called?

What is largely like a house,
small like a mouse,
bristly like a hedgehog and
nevertheless smooth like a mirror?

If you are with the feet outside again,
you are correctly inside?