He rosins the bow, I answer the call, four tight strings spark a musical brawl. Chin held tight, I cry and croon, gold or your soul, you’ll wager soon.

Cigarette dropping, Razed remain, Nest of a phoenix, Samara buried became.

The sky and sea hold perfect rhymes, For trace to find at scenes of crimes. Get one quick, before you guess, Enough will make suspects confess...

I have a handle and a lot of holes. I'm sharp, but can't slice bread. Rub the right way to meet your goals And you'll get a fine Shred What am I?

Reach for me. Of oils and water I have been mixed. A topical solution, don’t despair. My powers of soothing promptly put you at ease.