This can be made with strings in multiple ways. It can wake you at night, or send shuttles by day. All that precedes it, when it comes to the sound. Over net it assists, spiking round to the ground.

Cultures shaped me, though I’ve never read a book. I live in the cold, yet I come from warmth. Love me or hate me, I’m all over the world. What am I?

We don't want a belly-itcher! Nor a baseball stitcher. Thrower of curves and sliders Or pourer of margaritas and ciders

I’m crafted slow from humble start, with time and care I turn to art. Both sharp and soft, strong and mild what am I so widely styled?

Edible staple, I bet you can't eat just one. One or many, The answer is the same. Black to purple, Yellow to brown, wild to white.