To follow this task, You might fill from a cask, To quench your need, Fill me with mead. Neither a cup, mug, or bottle Use me too much you may waddle. What am I?

I rise from desert sands, Older than most lands. Wide at my feet, Pointed at the sky. Built for kings who never die. What am I?

Round, brown, hard-shelled seed, A squirrel's autumn treasure, Sweet treat in the shell.

I sit on a knight, but I’m not a hat, I flutter and shine what do you think of that? I’m the top of a wave when it’s tall and white, I curl and I crash with a foamy bite.

Fans spin up, and multicolored lights glow, A machine useful for many things, but the lights are just for show, There might be water inside, there's almost definitely a sink A complex conglomeration, we taught to think