I can keep it nice and tight Or crumble under pressure I grip with no hands And can help protect your treasure

It follows a river, so close beside, and snuffs out a fire, for the light to hide.

Extremely cool when you’re in it, In the seventies, it’s hot. Bass is known to bring it, A notch or slot that locks.

My first word has billy, mole, and foot in common. My second is a colorful spinning toy. Together, I might be where Jack and Jill were heading towards.

Toll free, for the most part, unless in a church. Be careful when you ring to call, for you could summon Lurch. Cleanings must be done, weather can leave brass besmirched. Don’t have a cow, there’s one that’s cracked, in its center, Philly perched.