I’ll show you relics from the past I’ll teach you different points in history I’ll show old animal bones i have for display I’ll even let you buy a gift at my shop But you’ll have to pay for the tour first

Glowing mushroom, of the deep, Flowing free, Its colours neat, Convinces some, To pee on feet.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

I sit on the stem of something you admire. I are small, sharp, and easy to forget until you touch me. I don’t kill, but I do make you pull your hand back fast. What am I?

The hull of a car, the snail’s artillery. Escar-gos home to this, should you foam at the sight of salt.