You're after my pot of gold, I just know it, Where to hide it? Oh, I know a place you can't go, A place at the base of misted water when it's sunlit, A magical place you'll never reach at the bottom of a rainbow

I’m powerful at home but useless in the wild, unless the bears start watching cable television.

Im jolly I love cookies and milk but people misspell my name to someone not as jolly

What contains twenty six letters but only has three syllables?

Some consider me beautiful, others ugly. I'm a permanent reminder of harm but also of survival. My lips are sealed yet still tell stories - sometimes comedic, sometimes horrific, and occasionally both. I can't be truly bought nor borrowed, only earned. Sometimes I'm the most visible when I'm invisible.