I swing from your hat or a curtain's edge, A fringed friend, not too large or too small. Pull me gently, and doors may obey, What am I that dangles with style?

I’m small and wooden, simple yet true, I hold things tight or replace a shoe. On a pirate’s leg or a line I’m on, Guess my name, what am I called?

What has five letters and starts with water?

What has four letters and starts with coal?

I speak without a mouth, I move without feet, I vanish when named, Yet I’m never discreet.