If you rile me up, I'll go and see red, but despite the old saying, I quite lightly tread. You might find me in fields, or in your local dive - the only thing is, there I'm not really alive.

I ride the wind without a wing, Born in silence, yet I sing. No shape to hold, no form to chart, A whisper from the nether part. What am I?

Play On! the Purpose of Course is Obvious when you Read between the lines. No way you get this wrong!

While young, no teeth but known for mashing. Still unfledged and no feet, but famously known for hopping. Once matured, no head but honored with a crowning.

You guess at me and solve with glee, or don't and then get mad at me. Is this meta? I don't know.. The answer’s in the sub’s M.O.