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.

An action I am, but also a noun. Use arms and legs to get around. Not on the ground but up and down. See limb exerted, and I can be found.

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?

A metal toothy grin that slides, Binds two worlds on either side. With a gentle pull or yank, Keeps your treasures sealed and ranked.