This musical instrument is too large and heavy to bring with you into the cabin of a flight... which is ironic, considering.

I have no eyes, yet I have a pane. I have no ears, but they say I have ears. I can hold up a roof or divide two friends, yet I’m the first to get walked all over. What am I?

I am tiny, but I take my job seriously I live at the tip of a finger and still manage to sound important I stop a needle from making a complete mess of your day Without me, sewing can become a real point of pain I am the little metal hero that says no to pricks and yes to stitches What am I?

I'm a famous piece of limestone, kissed by millions seeking elocution. Though I grant no magic, my legend is vast, a royal decree from a queen of past. What am I?

I am the curtain above your eyes, Where worry lines can slowly rise. I wear your thoughts, yet I cannot see, A mirror is needed to look at me .What am I?