I am the end of a flame, yet the start of a phoenix.

I have a plug, but no cord. I have feet, but cannot walk. I can be filled to the brim without eating a bite, and you step inside me to come out clean.

Bippity boppity boop, this magical tool was not made for you. It chooses the witch or wizard, we don't choose it, hope you get it right, to prevent a big fright.

Almost an instrument, though I can't carry a tune But I may carry fun, monkeys, or rum for you

I top your pizza and your martini, In salads and dips you’ll find me. From my pit comes liquid shine, Tiny, round, and so divine. Who could I be?