I wear white but fear the rain, I bloom from fields on Delta plains. I’m picked then spun in whirring rings, To weave the cloth of common things, Then in the wash I shrink and cling.

Totally tubular instrument played by a breeze

Farmer John was distraught. His cows were ok, but one of the males had eaten a stick of dynamite. He was too worried to explain to his wife. So she asked if he could describe it in one word. Well, of course he could. The situation was...

On fries, I'm a compliment. In the sea, I'm everywhere. After losing a game, I'm apparently your whole personality. What am I?

A well-known stone that's rather dark Pair with steel to make a spark