An old book about citrus would contain much of me.

Though I'm made to grab and carry, I would make an awful porter. Like a klutz, I just keep dropping things even though you keep tipping quarters.

I am often found at two ends But don’t easily come off I can come off with age and most come with it brand new I was in a song that most of us once knew

I hold up treasures and trash alike, photos, art, even last night’s menu, but only if the surface agrees with me. Some travelers collect me as proof they were there. A conniving cartoon coyote has used me to try to catch a famously fast bird who never stops running.

They can get inside you, but you don't want them there. You might live inside one and completely unaware. A sign of life if in the ocean and many rise with air in motion.