I have a red berries, but I do not have a moral compass. I am often seen in Homes or on trees.

There's a tool that can only be grown Though we've seen it transformed into stone It's most useful for sleeping And ye olde record keeping And quite a bit lighter than bone

I die to give you light and cry as I fade away.

I spring from a box with a laugh or a crack, I lift up your car when the road fights back. I deal out the cards and I plug in the sound, Guess who I am, in all forms I’m found?

My first half is something you write with on a blackboard. my second half is when you are not early and not on time. Altogether, im something you eat or you drink, and children loves me a lot.