I make a cover for fish or meat, but I am not made of something you would eat. You might see me in the stands, used to search for jobs or bands.

I grace the face of the cool When the bright takes their sight Only when I am refered to in song Am I worn at night

Some think you find me by digging for gold, but most are disgusted by the search. I am harvested by how you smell. To pick me out of my home is a great pleasure and incredibly rude, but even worse is to cast me aside with no care for where I land.

I am a volcano in my own right, a crater, a flaw. I share a shape with mountains, however I am hardly tall. Though not a person, I have a head. Seeing me in the mirror can produce dread. What am I?

Hawk wasn't hot, but took me nine hundred degrees. Four wheels on two trucks won't make any deliveries. A nose that don't smell, a tail that don't wag.I ride on a ramp but I'm not handicapped.