This riddle is one more on my belt. Give up, you'll have been taken down one. Get it on, you can put one in your bedpost.

When I try to solve a riddle, I throw everything I have at it: my brains, chickens, shadows, dreams, time, stars, and this thing from the kitchen as well

I have a metal face, a fiery breath, With bars that hold a feast, defying death. What am I, where flavors meet their zest?

Children often dip into it and blow. But you wish they'd use it more often on their hands.

The most common reason for coyote head lumps