I am strung and light, held firm in hand, I strike or swing at your sporty command. I can smash a ball or stir a crowd, with every clash, I make a sound.

In your teeth or your backyard, Without me barbecuing's quite hard. I'm also slang for interrogate, But mostly I cook the food on your plate.

A Beatles song A gateway game to Euro strategy games Something you buy before a plane or train trip

Some people use my name for a girl. I'm shiny and flat but round like a pearl. If you don't have even me, then you're very poor, yet some think me useless and make me no more.

I split, I rend, I cannot mend, but only do so when brought together again. A pair I am, I cannot be one but what you give me will be hewn when done.