Do You Know Me? Poem by gnrao rao

I am there as a transport
From long back,
I have no horns,
But only ears,
I also pull coaches.
and also wagons,
I wear iron shoes.
Who are you?
Aren't you the horse?
yes, my dear.
I run on the road,
I carry many people,
You have to pay the fare,
Even if you are fair,
And going to the fair,
It in't fair
to go to the fair,
without paying the fare,
Even if you are very fair.
Aren't you the bus?
Yea.I am.
I carry a ladder on my back,
I carry water in my body.
I carry tubes too.
I sound my siren and the bell.
Every one has to give me way.
Sometimes I reach late,
Until everything is finished.
I am red in colour.
Aren't you the fire engine?
Yes.I am.
I carry you,
I carry loads and loads,
Sometimes I am grey in colour,
Many a time I am black,
I once splashed dirty water
In the tailor's shop,
since he pricked me with
his needle.
I have a trunk but
I don't carry luggage.
I can break the tree trunk
with my organ.
I can give you a slow ride
and you can enjoy my ride.
Aren't you the elephant?
Yes. I am.
You all keep me in one corner,
I keep your things cool and fresh.
You get ice-cubes from me.
I do not make your ice-cream melt.
Aren't you the fridge?
yes.You are right.
you can see me in the office,
And in your house,
You put books and clothes
in me,
Sometimes you keep
Decorative articles too.
You are the almirah
or bureau.
Yes. I am.
You have two eyes.
I have only one.
You can put thread through me,
You use me for sewing your clothes.
Aren't you the needle?
Yes, I am.