When the tune of traffic meets the sweet embrace of berries, I find myself stuck between the rock of rush and the preserve of leisure.

Please riddlers, hear my woe! The title isn't just for show. It sometimes contains a real treasure: a bracketed word for your pleasure. A little lift of the veil, so to say, to help your riddling on it's way.

We stop kings in their trotting tracks, We have armor on our very tall backs. Build us a path with shrubs in a pair, Then with a herring, chop the tree over there. Antlers we dawn on our helmets so mighty, But if we hear IT, we get awfully flighty.

Mick is one. Skip it for fun. In the UK, a bunch add up to a ton To kill two birds, use it, don't bother with a gun.

You can find a barber in a barbershop. You can find a dog on the dog house. You can find a cook in the kitchen. Where do you find the hoes at?