When your injured doctors wraps you up with me if it's severe parents place me on minor wounds like cuts one brand has a nostalgic jingle for me

From woolly backs I’m gently shorn, to keep you cozy through the storm. Yet bear my name another way, and someone else may make you pay.

This musical instrument is too large and heavy to bring with you into the cabin of a flight... which is ironic, considering.

I have no eyes, yet I have a pane. I have no ears, but they say I have ears. I can hold up a roof or divide two friends, yet I’m the first to get walked all over. What am I?

I am tiny, but I take my job seriously I live at the tip of a finger and still manage to sound important I stop a needle from making a complete mess of your day Without me, sewing can become a real point of pain I am the little metal hero that says no to pricks and yes to stitches What am I?