I’m always above you, above your things, when doing my work. Would be weird if I flew, and I got wings moving in cirque. I’m a cool tool, a tool that cools. I’m a tool that cools when your skin drools.

I grow on creatures, but not on trees. I help some charge and others flee. For beasts, I’ll help protect. For you, a sound I’ll project.

I have teeth but never eat, I part ways but never cheat. Taming chaos is my quest What am I

You shoot me and you hang me so I make you recall your past. From joy to heartbreak you may experience from while you look at me. What am I?

I come from a cow To pierce vampire’s heart I’m on a fresh site Oh boy, there’s a lot