I guard your little soldier Protection's what I do But if I fail to do my job A life is born anew So keep your army barracksed By the guy you've come to trust Gird your loins and sheathe your sword Before you start to thrust

Kingdoms are better off having me wealthy get strangled by me but keep me loose you look like a loon

With two s's I'm super sweet. With one, I'm just sand.

A ring of sweetness with a hole in its core, too small to fit your fist but three would do, your lick would not get it wet but a suck would make it fall apart

If Mr. Bonds or Mr. Manilow were used as a siphon. They’d be this.