I’m stacked in the kitchen and stacked in the bank, I rise when I’m needed - you’ve got me to thank. Some break me for meals, some chase me instead, I’m daily, I’m doughy, I’m better when spread.

I come in books and boxes. My head comes in different colors. Take me out and scratch my head, better be quick before I’m dead. What am I?

I balance on one leg to watch the sky. I raise cities without taking a step.I fold into luck and sit on a shelf.When you’re nosy, you do me yourself. What am I?

I exist as a colour and a spice, but I am not as bright as others in either. You might find me in flowers, too.

I am mouthless, but my teeth can gnaw through anything. I am voiceless, but skilled musicians can make me sing.