A boulder's my burden, It always rolls back, When the stone rolls awry, I must keep it on track

I sound like a goose that learned how to yell, but I need air and squeezing to work well. I never play quietly, day or night, love me or fear me, I bring loud delight.

I have deep walls but no rooms, and my floor is always shifting. I'm a place where rock is hunted, but no animals are living. What am I?

This was laid for Jerry, With a cheese to entice, and SNAP! He's caught! Or so Tom hoped

The good stuff can be hard to find, Soft, yet strong by design. I vanish with sorrow, sickness, or glee, Pulled from a box, used urgently. I crumble under pressure, yet serve my role - Please wash your hands when you're done.