I have a tube, but no TV. I have lenses, but no eyes. I can show you the stars, but I cannot make them shine. What am I?

I'll protect you from the cold, the wind, the rain, the snow. I have teeth and arms but no head or legs. I'm thick or thin. Light or heavy. I have no specific color. Some type of bee even partially shares its name with me.

I dance through the desert with a name like a warrior's pride; I am a helicopter that gives the enemy nowhere to hide.

Arr, matey, I hide one orb, ye see, To ward off the glare o' the deep blue sea. What be this cloth that sails with me?

I am the beginning of the end I can be seen twice in a week but once in a year Never in a month but twice in a decade..