A school’s paper companion, A scholar’s delight, An artist’s tool, And a banker’s nightmare.

Fiddle dee dee, a strange riddle am me! Fiddle dee doo, I’m a compound word that could be a an envy-colored home. Fiddle doo dum, you can grow plants during the winter in these, like plums!

Houston's favorite space toy without it people will sad and looking up in the sky all day

Some women stuff me to the brim, bursting at the seams, making me some kind of mini-trunk rather than the elegant, small purse I actually am, by all means!

What has Eight-Eight keys but can't open a single door.