Skeletons loves to play this instrument of medoldy and class

I sit for hours pretending it’s fun, Talking to worms while baking in sun. Patience is key, snacks are wishing. What am I?

If you feel like this emotion is the truth, clap along to Mr. Williams' most uplifting song.

When Bacchus calls, the sun doth wane, a jovial dance, thy spirits gain. 'Tis time when mirth and ale dost flower, marking the end of toil's dour hour.

He took away six of my name I am left with one, what a shame But my old pals, they still call me the same Chirp chirp, it’s lively here, twenty-four seven I am a place for your short opinions