Have me on your cheek and your wife will smile lovingly at you. Have me on your collar and she'll scream angrily at you.

A keeper of threads, With drawers full of secrets whispered in beds. For every garment, it lends a space, A wooden sentinel in its rightful place.

-To- lay down the boogie and play that funky music 'til you die, you -just- spin me right round baby, right round.

Ahoy, me lads, I'm spun with might, Less air I hold, yet bind so tight. I help ye climb, or swing with glee, What am I, savvy? Tell me, d'ye see?

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?