I am very good at keeping secrets, especially from people who forget their keys.

Unscramble this spooky phrase and it becomes a ride you can find in amusement park.

Soft as a lamb's wool, it brings comfort and joy, like a warm shawl draped over a toy.

My first four are the other thing that drops, to your dismay My last four are fabric delicate where holes display But really I am stitches tight'ning tongues with naught to say

I’m warm from the iron, golden and sweet, with syrup filling every pocket I keep.