I'm not something you see in the sky Nor the rodents that make many cry Instead I describe certain powerful guys Or something that would leave nobody to cry What am I?

Charlie Brown playing a chord progression of one, seven, six, seventh chord on five might be one. What would he be?

A fair's shiny treasure, bound to your wrist, lest you'll let it slip.

I can blind you, I can warm you Without me, life is dark. I wake in the morning and sleep in the evening, because of a distant star.

What can run but never walk, have a mouth but never talk, have a head that never weeps, and a bed that never sleeps?