I wedge my hook to force locked doors, And easily rip up nails and boards. I sound like a bird but I don't make a chirp, When my leverage is used, a home is usurped.

I prefer mine not above me, as hydrogen made them deadly. If you go to music instead, I prefer theirs Led instead.

I have four walls, but I am not a house.I am often surrounded by rooms, but no one sleeps in me.I am open to the sky, yet I am part of the building. What am I?

I am a necklace, but not made of gold, I wear no gems, yet I’m bright to behold. Woven of blossoms, of leaves, or of thread, I’m draped round a shoulder, a wall, or a head. I welcome a guest, or I honor the brave, And wither away when there’s no sun to crave.

I can be the first step in a house, or the last step on a ship.