Surfin' the net for references to "herbicide roundup" (more later), I
took a wrong turn to 'Riddle du Jour", which I will share with BEE-L:
"Golden treasures I contain,
Guarded by hundreds and thousands.
Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks,
Yet men often come to sieze my gold.
By smoke I am overcome and robbed,
Then left to build my treasures anew."
Sorry I am to admit that I had to think about it for a while.
Happy new year to all!
Aaron Morris