Take away its second letter and kids use it on a playground Keep it and make a tear better Or at a hospital, close a wound

I can’t help it, I’m a dad joke lover With that said Why did the bicycle fall over?

From roof and branch I softly cling, then fade away at the touch of spring.

I’m water that wiggles, I’m water that sways, I’m water that sneaks up in splishy splash ways. I’m not on a ride, but I still like to glide, What do you call me? I am the

Why shouldn’t you write with a broken pen? It’s . . .