I can sometimes be cracked, and you can usually find me in a trail. If I describe your mind, your thoughts are probably off the rail.

I’m an onomatopoeia, a sound effect, like brrr. I’m almost the name of a hoppity guy, a friend to a famous deer. I sound like bump, and slump, and a seven hump wump of Mr. Gump. If you’re missing your front teeth, I might be what comes out when you try to say sump. What word am I, the sound when a heavy object meets the ground?

I’m your favorite pastime of x and o. But then I went and lost my favorite toe. Good breath guises an innocent treat. Baby’s rattle, I can’t be beat.

Family with the thingamas, both jig and Bob, a name for a thing when it's name you forgot. Aquatic aristocracy has it with gadgets aplenty, It is grim, I'll let you in, Don't feed him four hours after twenty.

With my long neck And Big wide tongue I can lap up that hole All day, son.