I have sleeves but no arms, I offer warmth without a fire. I’m worn outside yet never walk, And shed when seasons retire.

I'm made by a rush of air. Or find me on a shoe, an athletic pair. An onomatopoeia you've surely heard. I'm a sound, a logo and a word.

I am that which holds the armies of a king, Even though I may be crafted of string. Take one of my letters, and change part of me, so as to ensure that i grow on a tree. Take one more letter, then i must flee, so if you would, please leave me be.

A saw in hand, a hammer in the other. I only cut once because I did twice the measure. My first four, a fish, invasive, a river monster. My last five, a key you see, but not a letter.

I melt in your mouth, leaving my essence on your tongue and breath Swap my vowels and i become a shrewd maneuver Stick a toe in and I'm all Xs and Os