The body of a sailors best friend Though most of which under the sea Eat drink and be merry, Active removal of the things you nay eat The stems and leaves and other things From your favorite berry

The drumming in a chest The rhythm of life You need me strong To live your best

A horror movie shares its name with me. If you see a spider, you might do this before you flee. I can happen when you're scared or excited, Though if you're in public, attention on you will not be divided.

I flutter around with tiny wings, often wearing a white styled sheet, Looking for those who desire partners to meet. A weapon that pierces hearts from afar is held steady in my hand, Death will not find you though, no, a rosy feeling will at my command. Who am I?

The dish ran away with my mother. Leaving the prongs bent on the head of my father. I am a perfect mix of both my parents. I am reliable despite being 'confused' in appearance.