If you have it up, you might be offered a tissue. If you have it down, you’re in for a sobering experience. If you have it left to do, you should check the can. If you do it right, your plants will thank you. If you put it in a hole, you should exercise moderation.

If mutts could meow, and tabbies could bark; If pencils wiped clean, but erasers could mark; If the grass were blue, And the sky was green; What would the answer, To this riddle have been?

With a twist or a spear, I’m chilled and bring cheer. Dirty or not, my friend Rossi may join- But too much of him, and things go dry at the joint. Sip too quick, and you’ll hit the floor, Drink it slow, and feel the chill pour.

It is not a musical symbol as it looks, but a conjunction And per se and

I’m winter’s dodgeball, cold, round, and launched with intent.