I hide in a jar on the top shelf, You steal me when it's just yourself. Mom counts me, you deny, With crumbs still on your tie.

Intense interrogation, bars in parallel, Or ostentatious dentistry that shows you're doing well

There's an inspector out there carrying this name, He go goes with his arms and he is drawn to fame.

It’s a small, thin streak or fragment of something like smoke, hair, cloud, or a smelly toot

I sit by the sea, play cards, and need a compliment, so I go...