Metal jacket, small and round, I keep what's inside safe and sound. A friend to beans, a holder of fizz, Open me up to see what it is.

I travel in circles without going anywhere. My riders choose animals that never breathe or tire. Music and lights mark each slow rotation. Children step off where they began, Convinced they’ve gone somewhere. What am I?

A metal toothy grin that slides, Binds two worlds on either side. With a gentle pull or yank, Keeps your treasures sealed and ranked.

I am a memory made of light, captured once, then held tight. What am I?

I make blending ingredients easier, and sometimes even hands free. It's also essentially what a dj is.