I am winters little tooth Hanging from the roof with nothing to do I grow when the weather gets cold But the sun makes me lose my hold I sparkle in the light and look so cool But touch me once and you will know the rule I am tall and pointy but cannot fight And I disappear when the day gets bright What am I

In the snow, I’m a nose, I’m the one Bugs always chose. I can be orange or sometimes white, Snack on me in the dead of night. What am I? You cannot guess, Babies think I am the best.

I’m what you do when the kitchen comes alive, with sizzling pans and flavours that thrive.

Found in banks large and small, these secure containers are good for all. A title, some cash, maybe a deed, the best ones of these are secure, agreed.

I wear no door, yet guard what’s inside, With a little metal heart I quietly bide. I have a shackle, but never a horse, Turn the right secret, and I yield my force. What am I?