Big picture? Stainless steel super-sale? Sweeping view. Head on a swivel, take it all in.

I can take you higher without using stairs. You might do me when you’re scared or excited. You see me in sports, in games, and on trampolines. What am I?

I hum in quiet places where nothing is seen, I twist and I turn in the spaces between. I stretch, I vibrate, I hide out of sight, Too small to catch, too strange to explain right. Call me fake, and some physicists might get mad! I am the magic strum.

I arrive when school is done, a gift wrapped up in dread. I steal your night, I grow if ignored, and chase you into bed, and no, your dog did not eat me that trick is old and dead.

Right after the daily grind, With lower prices, I am designed. People gather for a toast or two, Before they bid the work day adieu. Remember to tip your bartender well, They have more booze and wine to sell What am I?