Take away my second, and I’m a crunchy main ingredient in a lunch menu item. Or the last name of an eighties dancing man, who may need to tighten a body part. As a whole, I’m something that’s used as a signal for directing or warning. I’m usually quite bright!

I’m similar to a mine, but my prize is mostly stone, not ore. Once I’m used up, I may turn into a lake on the floor. I’m carved step by step, as they go deeper and deeper. Don’t go diving in, or you might meet the reaper.

You'll often find synthetic versions of me in your favorite coat or vest, A famous golden me once launched Jason and the Argonauts' fateful quest.

Golden rows stand tall in the field, whispering secrets of the harvest. I dance within the kettle, and pop to bring joy on nights of flickering screens.

I can carry your burdens, but you’ll have to carry me.