Can you count every cloud and every star? Can you become elon musk if you ate a ton of mars bars? My first three, a devil, short and mischievous. The rest of me is possible.

I sit on a plate, I’m sweet as can be, blow out my candles and make a big wish, see? But if you hear me talked about when you jiggle and shake, I might mean the part of your rear your momma helped to bake.

You drop me in the toilet I float on water I'm cut and chopped Mathematicians deal with me , as do lumberjacks

As long as tunes have existed, there has been at least one who couldn’t sit down. These people aren’t complaining; they just feel something inside. They have to stand and wave side to side. What does the music make people do, shaking booties, waving hands, and keeping the floor active?

Flip it, spin it, keep it in your pocket Grandpa used to like to pull one from your ear.