I have layers of secrets and a crown made of sweet, whipped delight. I am baked for a celebration, and I disappear with a glowing light.

I am a sound, but have no voice. I happen in your mouth, by choice. To cleanse and fight, I'm the ultimate foil.

The fruit used in a proverb to say a child acts similar to the way their parents do.

I twist and I turn like a long, winding road, Processing everything you have swallowed and stowed. I map out the journey from the throat to the end, With acid and enzymes to break and to blend. From the burning of reflux to the depths of the gut, I look inside chambers that are usually shut. A scope is my flashlight, the liver my guide, I fix up the troubles that swallow inside. What medical specialty am I?

First. With me second. We're the best on the team. Please pick me! I'll sing for you, if you get my vibe. I'm in sports and music, I draw, and it seems I'm always caught up in some kind of racket.