Ah, me dearie! In this leather pouch, fortune finds its cozy rest, clink-clink goes the gold, snug as a leprechaun's nest. A guardian o' luck, it dances with rainbows in yer pocket.

My first three are the last of a famous rapper’s name, drop the Dr. My middle is you, in the first person. My last three are the first of a four-letter computer company. Combined, I’m a toy played with seven days a year, with gelt and latkes.

First three short for an herb green and friendly. My last three are an action, something you do when you want it. Put together, and I'm a great idea, the best chicken treat, or a solid chunk of gold.

I come in many shapes and can be part of other things, but everyone has at least one of me. I have a face, and I tell you something important. Sometimes, I also have hands, but some people find it harder to understand what I say when I have hands.

My name is a lie, but that is not all: my shape, my outsides, my insides, my whole existence. I’m advertised as this, but the name is quite off base. Still, it’s fun to watch reactions during first-time tasting sessions.