I hold your most precious memories tight, Yet I never saw the original sight. I have four borders but not a single state, Displaying the moments that you celebrate.

I roll, hold, store, stack, and fall-though inside is not where I'd want to be. Alcohol loves me, when made from oak, charred for bourbon, but only used once. Stories are told of waterfalls braved, with fools inside and no brains saved.

I’m the punchline of every bad intelligence test. I may not be bright, but I’m solid.

I have four arms but no hands, and I spend my life standing still while running in circles. I eat nothing but air, yet I crush grains into powder. Instead of pumping iron, I can pump water. I am often mistaken for a giant by those who tilt at me. What am I?

In the breeze, I dance with flair, A symbol tall in open air. From nations proud to pirates bold, My colors tell stories untold.