I fuel your fire in the dead of night I’ll be a strong house if you do it right With my source standing high on top of the hill I’m the last name of the infamous Will

The dirtiest canals are the roads for my striped paddler.

I wear a green coat, though I’m sweet inside, juicy and round, with seeds to hide. I bask in the sun and grow on the vine, slice me open, and enjoy a taste so fine!

We make milk without a teat. We make butter for your lotion. We're all standing in a row Or up high beside the ocean.

You can size us up with letters Or measure flour for your scone. If I manage all your printers, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.