I may look heavenly, but heaven help you if I get angry.

The sky's winking smile, a silver tip that glows awhile. Bread's gentle curve in morning light, both hint at a time of night.

I guard a secret stamped in wax, I dive where icy waters freeze. I keep the pressure from attacks, And fight for freedom on the seas. What am I?

Twist me in a bottle, Fear me in a storm, I'm the same, just bigger. What am I?

I have yellow teeth but cannot bite, I wear a green coat tucked up tight. I stand in a field with a tassel hair, And come off the cob at a summer fair.