I am a merry seamstress who sews myself a house I may be small as biscuit crumbs or larger than a mouse I'm known best for my lovely legs, a tantalizing sight, But if you do not like me then I may give you a fright!

if what comes up doesn't go down, then I will be at your beck and call.

Take me out and throw me, or talk of me with spite; To one man, I am nothing; to another I’m worth quite - A lot may simply pass me by, but those of you who’re getting high, like soda pops and chips, oh my! You gobble me like pie!

They wish to make you paranoid! I'll tell you very plain, they color me with guilt although I'm not to blame. Two words, lead astray-although I suppose it does all point this way... What an insult this is, to be named after a fish.

I have a saddle that can't be ridden. You open a can of me when you do something risky.