It can be a wheel, but don’t roll it. If you want to be recorded for posterity, say it. If you like it, thank a cow, or maybe a goat.

I am Goliath of the deep; I have a giant family. Some are known killers, but most live in peace. Some are sexual, and some are horn-y. One is known as blue; most are colored bleak.

I am a special bulb: I begin with the opposite of off. Then comes a charged atom. Reverse me and you'll finally say - no, I know! What am I?

I slip through blinds at break of day, I chase the darkest night away. I dance on walls, I warm the floor, a golden thread from sky’s bright door. Catch me not, I flee and gleam, I’m morning’s whisper, a golden dream.

I crawl and climb, but have no legs; I bear sweet fruit, but have no hands; I offer shade, though I'm not a house; I can be woody or just a green band. What am I?