Grow in caves from the ceiling, Slow I am made by water dripping.

Arr matey, a wooden home for treasures untold, Stacked high in the hold, like gold they enfold. Ye'll find these in the galley, or on the deck, Hoist them up, and mind yer neck!

I’m an Asian food you see Cheap and in groups I’m found, however I’m not rice.

My first is a food that Dr. Seuss did rhyme, My last means to give someone a hard time. Together, it’s a place to spend a lazy day Relaxing as back and forth you sway.

I’m an action in multiple ways, Though most are gone in a flash, One needs to eject a case, Another, to run very fast. As a noun I’m depicted as a zig zag of sorts, popular to the sky and also to sports. I am also known to hold tight a structure or two, a threading of crazy, but can fix a loose screw.