People love to walk on me, but hate it when I'm in their shoes. Shiny, tiny jewels 'neath the sea, but I cannot pay your dues.

Metal jacket, small and round, I keep what's inside safe and sound. A friend to beans, a holder of fizz, Open me up to see what it is.

Round and passed from hand to hand, Worth little alone, but ruling the land. Cobalt and Indium spell my name, Two elements, one simple game.

I travel in circles without going anywhere. My riders choose animals that never breathe or tire. Music and lights mark each slow rotation. Children step off where they began, Convinced they’ve gone somewhere. What am I?

That’ll do pig, you’ve bested eager teeth. May son of block in entries in a toon, be quick and neat. Le go for a stack of colors, instruct construction, death to feet. No yellow left to use, a path forged toward a head to greet.