I’ve got six pockets Four legs. And Sixteen balls that like to get smacked.

A familiar sight in locker rooms and forbidden doors, or maybe even a bridge in France, if you're so inclined? A valient guard thay has been around for centuries! And in its jaws, with a clean snap, you can feel assured that your treasure is well secured. Unless, of course, something with bigger teeth comes by to bite through iron bone...

Creak creak, is all one may hear, sans lube I'm a feared.

From the center I spread, The same roots but differently-led. A division that multiplies, My name also describes my action.

I am round or square, I have little holes everywhere. Syrup sits on top of me, What could I be?