I’m a tasty treat that can double as a unit of measure. Be careful not to slip.

I house many people, hours at a time; without care I'll cost far more than a dime. Without metal inside me I'm not worth much; but perhaps you could still walk off your lunch.

I am sometimes wooden, metallic, or even furry, but I am not too big to hold in one hand. You might fear me.

A command when at war, a livelihood's end, a warning at home, a blacksmith's true friend It rules above clouds, it seethes beneath crust A terrible foe who, in shadows, we trust

Technically I’m not alive, but I need oxygen to thrive. I can be small or make a sea, but there’s no water inside me. Contain me and I warm your hearth. But rogue, I both destroy, and cleanse the earth.