I let you see, with no sight, the coast loves me, what a delight. Ships love to cross my way, the main objective is to get you on your way.

My first five is a rough, strong push. My last five is a squalid home. Together, I'm a tool for gardening and mining.

I’m small and smooth, I love to roll, I shine with swirls and have no soul. Kids chase me fast across the floor, Lose me once, you’ll miss me more.

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