You can have me or starve me, You can run me or pitch me, You can cabin me or spring me, A group of large cartilaginous fish will become me.

In ancient lore, I shant be trusted. I bring life to lands encrusted. Rivers share a common trait, my nectar peddled to mend your fate. A queen's demise my kiss provides, in this riddle you must surmise.

I'm known to cry, but not for real. My flesh is wild, but have no gills. From my parts, adornments made. In coastal waters you should not wade.

It's red in you, blue in me, keeps us alive without a fee.

I bring life back to dull and desolate lands. Millions of farmers the world over rely on me, and my various forms to fulfill their plans. In motion, I resemble a chasse. With my absence, you couldn’t click your pen in class.