Most of us are metalheads. Banging our bushy hair, we beat your eggs and whip cream with flair.

Slip and slide I need a rope. If without just don't drop me!

A sight to be seen, whether water or screen. Before add an ex: Taken way too far to me. Add on an er: hang with chat. party scenes. By both jet and air, The line straight to your dream.

A little shake, a fiery flair, I sit with salt most everywhere.

Find me in caves Along with my brother Don't mix up our names We're not one another We may both be sharp And hard to recall I'm surely the best And above it all