I walk sideways in a suit of red, With giant hands held out ahead. I live where salty waters churn, Drop me in butter and heads will turn.

My name sounds like a child's toy on a shelf, Joined with a fish's tool for steering itself. I live in a school but I never pass tests, I click and I whistle with air in my chest. What am I?

Wrapped around legs and those without, Those in the wet want to avoid me, and those in the dry may seek me out. Mesh or rope, soft or rough, Sometimes I’m fragile, and sometimes I’m tough. To some I may accessorize, But to others I bring their demise

It's like library but instead of checking out librs, you check out birds.

Great with soda, hated by camels. Can also be used to settle a dispute.