I wedge my hook to force locked doors, And easily rip up nails and boards. I sound like a bird but I don't make a chirp, When my leverage is used, a home is usurped.

I prefer mine not above me, as hydrogen made them deadly. If you go to music instead, I prefer theirs Led instead.

I have four walls, but I am not a house.I am often surrounded by rooms, but no one sleeps in me.I am open to the sky, yet I am part of the building. What am I?

Golden but not hewn in bars Walled in cells or found in jars Willing victims once besotted May later find that they’ve been potted Blossom born but critter made A treat that every teddy craves

I am the slope of a roof, and the highness of a sound. I am the throw of a ball, and the sticky sap on the ground. I am the sales talk you give, and the darkness of the night. Name me now, and get it right!