I'll drop you from great heights and excite when you're able. But if you're up for quiet drink night, I'll instead protect the table.

I am a throne for the weary, a place of relief, yet never royal nor grand, what am I?

I'll play a tune and step in line, with brass and drums, our rhythm's fine. In fields or streets, we make our stand, together we're the

I am soft and fluffy, and I dry what is wet, yet in my embrace, even the damp forgets.

I possess no wings, yet still fly quite high. I do not have plumage, yet still catch one's eye. I symbolize pride and a quite stable cause. While kings may possess me, I might still be yours.