I am a colorful crowd in a single bowl, Many different parts make up my whole. I might be dressed in juice or honey, Buying me pre-cut costs extra money.

Up and up I go Going so high One by one I climb Straight up to the sky What am I?

A defective car Should be yellow To a Thirty Rock star Jack would say, Good God...

I coil like a snake yet carry no bite, I bring forth water with pressure and might.

I’m old but not a grandpa, I sit behind clear glass. People point and whisper, as they slowly walk past.