Just relax says the lumberjack With me in his hand, threatening death I make the trees fear what they know will come Cuz I chop chop chop till the day is done

Freedom does this. It’s constant in veterans’ ears. The faithful wear it. In sickness and in health throughout the years.

Your cat loves me Your grandma needs me I come in fancy colors The further I roll the smaller I get

Round I sit, humble in the ground, break through my skin and treasures are found. I bring tears to some, joy to the cook, layer by layer, reveal my hidden look.

I am a house that hears the pig’s sound. Subtract the first letter from the pig’s sound, that is what I bleed. What am I?