My first is a number, my second another. And each, I assure you, will rhyme with the other. My first you will find is one-fifth of my second. And when added together, two dozen is reckoned.

If yet unmolested, then I mean to line. Bring me to an ER, your stock I'll confine. Hand me an L, the laments will come slow. Touch me to string, smaller pants I bestow.

Where ancient secrets still are unknown. For birds and eyes look back at the stone. Read me left or read me right, The Rosetta Stone brought me to light.

I’m a giant shady mushroom cap, Where people gather, chat, and clap. I’m not a tree, but block the sun, A roof for music, games, and fun.

A tiny, sweet fruit that gets moldy much too soon. A derisive sound