Spin me around and watch me glide, On a peak where dreams reside. A small word, but it stands tall, Often the target of ambition's call.

I’m crucial for life but too much can cause it’s end. A common mineral found in homes and exists where the waves bend.

I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?

I'm spoken through problems, some yet to be solved. Through logic and science, I'm always involved. Most everyone knows me, some animals too. I help you determine what's many, what's few.

Some claim these aren’t real. It took Alfred Hitchcock to make them scary. Spelled differently, they turn, turn, turn