I wear green armor, round and wide, With a ruby-red treasure locked inside. I’m full of seeds, yet I’m not a flower, And on hot summer days, I’m the coolest power. I grow on vines but never climb, I’m mostly water, but taste sublime. Crack my shell and you’ll soon see What am I?

Though I sound like a rooster that lives inside, or a dirty bird that likes to ride, I'm neither. I'm more like a valve that controls the flow, of water as it goes to and fro.

If it were alive, it would probably say ‘Dear god! Please not again Mr. VP! Noooo!!!’

A little groove, a mark so sly, on belts it whispers by and by. When you score, it's time for a treat, just like a mark on your seat.

Found on dragons, lizards, and the like, I fend off blades and arrows with ease. If you find me in a loo, step on my and cry out geez!