Used often in the blues, whether tubed or in tune. Equality be thy mean, Push down here, the other looms. Precision held in rule, To drafts, it is the tool. To hold a range in play. Best tare it or you’re fooled.

I’m a tiny red jewel with a pit tucked inside, but give me a sundae and I’ll sit there with pride.

I am small and white, but I am not salt. I am thrown at weddings, but I am not confetti. You must boil me to make me soft, but if you leave me in water too long, I disappear into mush. What am I?

I am useful until I hit the floor, then I’m everyone’s problem.

You can plant me in spring And see the beauty I bring I can show up for ideas so bright It lights the dead of night I can be single, or perhaps on a string In wintertime with carolling What am I? You ask Flip the switch and reveal behind the mask.