with a shell of gold, I hold riches untold, but once you see me, there’s nothing left for thee. chased for ages, yet never found, not even sure who spoke the lie. for rainbows end up far too high, and no leprechaun’s been seen, outside of Hollywood and meme.

A clockmaker sold every last clock, and had no more materials to make more He got so desperate he sold his own personal clock, he also didn't have a phone or watch If a deadline for an order arrived, you could say he was this in more ways than one

I am the verb the garden depends on. A ritual repeated, never done. I am not the liquid, but the act itself. Put me before can and I name the tool I use.

Round, oval, square, or any shape. I hold all sorts of goodies like candy, gifts, eggs or fruit. Woven, wooden, felt, plastic - I can be made of anything. Balls like to go through me as well.

I am not a plant, though gardens drown in me. I have no veins, yet I bleed the sky. I am countless, yet singularly blamed. I feast without a mouth, kill without a hand, and when I rule, oceans go silent. What am I?