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.

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

A White Striped thief’s companion. It can be wild or removed from the pack. Impractical and a jesters stand-in. A lost Ledger opposed to a bat.