Steam me, boil me, Drench me in the soil. Fry me, dye me, Add spices and oil.

I am what Avengers do when Earth is in danger. I’m the task you face with a box of Swedish furniture and an Allen wrench, hopefully not with a divorce. I mean to bring parts together to make a whole. What am I?

Round and round, with painted horses flying high, music plays as laughter fills the sky. A spinning wonderland where dreams take flight, capturing the magic of a childhood night.

I have a mouth but never speak, A body but no arms or feet. I hold treasures, secrets deep, And often go for a walk on a street.

You pay extortionate amounts of money for me so you can flaunt me and flex your wealth.