I hang from a strap. Holding all kinds of crap. If someone says to look through me careful, it may be a trap

I was the magic in your small hand, The hero of your make-believe land. I woke when you dreamed and flew when you ran, The very first friend where your story began.

I'm no hose but you can use me sniff out some stuff

Attached to a clock, it tolls for the time. Attached to a church, it rings for the dead. In a coffin, you make this ring with a strong hope someone is listening. What is this four-letter word that you hope does not toll for you?

Queen of the porcelain throne Better not hear it running When you're home alone