Green on the outside, red on the inside, I look like a football, but roll on my side. Filled with black raindrops and juice that is sweet, On hot summer days, I am your favorite treat.

Where hidden secrets often rest, In wooden homes of tidy jest, Slide me out for what you seek, Where treasure lies, silent and meek.

I hold every word that was ever said yet never once open my mouth, I know north and east and west and yet I always start from south. What am I

A very important player for a sport that many love I throw a ball with precision into someone's glove But, if sports isn't your thing You can also find me in the fridge waiting to pour your drink

The wanderer's tool, with a sturdy build. Two paths to choose, only one shall be real