My first sounds like part of a tool you may use to cook eggs, My second something you might find 'tween your legs. My whole's a flat bird that looks like it tripped on a rock, Hey - try having YOUR spine removed. It's quite a shock.

I’m a fragrant bloom both wild and tame, a word you’d use to call a name. Upon a pond where ripples glide, a frog will rest on me with pride. What am I?

I circle without moving I can be skipped, but not by everyone I'm carved in snow and pressed in wax I've carried names, storms, and secrets and when you follow me too long, you might forget where you started

I am sometimes in a room, but I am not supposed to be there. You might avoid talking about me.

It's what your partner does when she catches you cheating. It's what a tree needs to keep on breathing.