With a bag full of iron and wood. Where the sand and the water aren’t good A day of swinging leads to red flags Had an personal low and couldn’t be more glad

I’m where two parts meet to keep them moving. Or I can be rolled up, but not too tight, for when you’re ready to get grooving.

You slice me dead, yet cry when you do. You can fry me and so on for food. I come in purple, red, or white, but I'll taste bad if you take a direct bite!

I am part of your bodies crew, I give structure and support to both me and you. Though I'm often broken, I can be brittle yet strong. Without me, you'd find it hard to get along.

I am brown, often round, and I was born underground. Irish and hobbits are known to eat me. You can mash me or stick me in a stew. I could even power a lightbulb.