Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.

Despite my name, I can't help you drink your lemonade, but you can simmer me with a little sugar and stir me into it. My cousins Rose and Peach and I are all members of the Rosaceae family.

You can write me, you can play me and if you’ve got no talent, you can at least hum along. Birds and whales use me to communicate across distance quite long. And if you’re in a mood, play one, you can’t go wrong.

All dressed up in uniform, In uniformity we stand: Black against the snow-white storm, Monarchs of this barren land

I wield eighteen daggers, yet they are sheathed in velvet. I have a sandpaper kiss, but a voice like a soothing hum. I am a liquid that does not flow, And though I walk with silence, I demand all attention. What am I?