Like Castor and Pollux, Holding hands in Gemini; So do I too with my kin drifting by. But am I an other? No, simply not true! One letter changed, that will make do. For those still not sure of quite who I am, my favorite snack is a rock-smashed clam.

I belong to the sea, but I'm shaped like something that belongs to the night sky. The most famous of my kind is called Patrick.

Up a hill two children went, a mission on their mind, something heavy on their side. They fetched from a well and hurried down the hill. It swings by one handle, from hillside to shore, A farmer’s friend and seaside builder. What am I?

Up a hill two children went with a mission on their mind, They fetched from a well and hurried down the incline. It swings by one handle, from hillside to shore, A farmer’s friend and seaside builder. What am I?

I can be given without generosity. Taken without theft. Owed without law. Broken without touch. Lost without leaving. What am I?