Average everyday. Terrific mail. Terrible frisbee.

In Russia, I hide in my mother, and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother and she hides in her mother. In a fictional pink land, I can be a president, weird, writer, physicist, doctor, lawyer, or judge

A simple delight, a pleasant clink Made from wood or bone or metal, linked Motion plays a soothing tune The wind given another voice to croon What am I?

America had four main types... until one cost them so much money to mint that they quit. What am I?

For home remedies and insulin pens, For unfinished rotisserie hens, For open containers and half-empty jars, For easily melting candy bars, For summer memories to beat the heat, Fresh, not frozen, for that leftover treat.