I wait beside the pantry wall, my little prize on show. Come closer, little whiskered friend, there’s something you should know.

I once stood tall beneath the sky, With leafy arms held way up high. Now I’m cut and shaped with care, In homes and furniture, I’m everywhere. I can burn, build, carve, or float. What am I, this sturdy note?

I am always getting laid. All the chicks come from me. You could eat me raw, but you might get Salmonella. Beat me, heat me, then eat me. What am I?

I have a skeleton, but no bones, I wear a crown, but hold no thrones. I have ribs, but feel no pain, And dance across the open main.

Hit me rhythmically with your flat hand. You put your hands on my neck and squeeze with your fingers. You pull my strings just right and I'll sing for you. If you're too soft I may cut you But you will come back to me for a good time