I'm a sponge who soaks up fun, In a pineapple, my home is won. My best friend's a star, Who's always near and far. Guess who I am!

I live in a can, and I sound like a man, but, I'm rough and grumpy, but what else with a hand up my stump; I live on a street, where all things end well, lot's of singing and counting with toys to be sold.

I am gruesome and gross but take away my first letter and children fill the air with me when they are having fun...

People hate being inside of me. But some love putting me inside of them.

I speak the truth while wearing a lie. I smile in words, but frown in intent. I sting without touching and bite without teeth. What am I?