I am a shout, a sharp sound In American football, better get ready In the military, better pay attention I am also a humble house For the indigenous, traditional For the nomad, temporary What am I?

Smooth operator in a bottle, I soothe sun's fiery kiss, and whisper comfort to parched skin, leaving a silky trace behind.

I make winter roads safe and ward ghosts away A season to change the bland yet make ocean water waste Tinge is my unit and crystal my shape

My hair is kept nice and tight, Press it down with all your might. Tickle me and I will sing, A plastic triangle you should bring.

An amazing addition atop every abode, An alpha at averting any aquatic loads. An arf or an arched. Asphalt, tar, stone and bark. An advantage above and an angular art.