A circle of elegance, resting gently upon the collar, a silent storyteller of sentiment, often sparkling under the sun's gaze.

Made of metal, I am a carpenter's best friend. Made of keratin, I protect the tip of your hand. As a verb, I am perfection, just as how you intend.

Created but temporary, gone in a whim When warmth comes back my fate is grim What's left is a carrot, few pieces of coal Bringing children happines is my life's goal

Provider of refreshment to thirsty visitors to the park and yet people still throw some coin down my path

I'm a one of three choices in a certain game I could cut through one of the opponents but not the other If you send me against myself , you'll have to play again