Your favorite plumber’s favorite tool. I make some pompous foodies drool. But deep deep down I am quite grounded. And through the rain become well rounded.

Sun-kissed orb of gold, Sour dance on eager tongues, Bright zest in the air.

I hold your gold, and lend you some, and line the river where waters run. You may lean on me or build upon my side, What am I, with meanings far and wide?

I’m not just one, but many you see, Scattered like jewels upon the sea. Though each of me stands on its own, Together, we form a watery zone.

feed me and it will give me life. but give me a drink and i will die. what am i?