if i call bulls--t on you, i am the final word. load me up inside a gun, little pops will be heard. pull my shade down, will you? the sun is in my eyes. dang, you really stretched me out now i'm not even the right size!

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A maze, labyrinth, riddle, or box, I challenge your mind through passages twisted or plain. Each may take on my name, turning thought and confusion into a game.

I wear a shiny coat of red or green, In orchards I’m often found unseen. I hide a little star when I’m sliced in two, With seeds tucked inside, a tiny clue. I’m crisp and sweet with a crunchy bite, A favorite snack from morning to night. What am I?

I wear a different bite for every job. I sing loudest when I’m hard at work. I leave empty spaces behind, yet I’m prized for what I help build.