Aladdin took Jasmine on a magic one of these.

To be hard pressed? I understand what it brings. When I am, I may click, or pop off with a fling. When what’s cute is compared, My name often sings. Rear not off, is the word. A thread-snared, circle-thing.

The hotter you get The more you put me in your mouth

The more i’m pressed, the more I shine, what am I both hard and fine?

I am a musical instrument whose name starts with a tricky letter, and I make sounds when you strike my wooden bars with sticks. There are bars that are big and small across me.