I help you lift, I help you shift, a little push can give a big lift. I turn a wheel, I open a gate, I change your course or move your weight, but pull me wrong, and all you’ll see, Is Yzma falling through a trapdoor, what a comedy!

I can get really low, but have no toes to touch, I am really deep, But only speak when I am touched I’m the largest in my family, all of whom shine so extra nice, Still can’t figure me out? I’m merely just a sheep’s call, twice.

I am something fast, but have no legs. I often whistle, but have no mouth. I carry cargo, but have no arms. I always follow a track, but leave no footprints.

I am a plant, usually harmless and often used for decoration. Yet, if you are underneath me for too long, you won't tell the tale. What am I?

I have wings, but I can't fly. I have ribs, but I can't breathe. When the sky is on fire, I can always be found.