I have a spine without any bones, And hair that never grows. I can sweep away a messy trail, Or paint where the river flows. I dance on canvas, hair, or teeth, To leave things clean or bright.

What kind of music are balloons afraid of?

I am the end of a flame, yet the start of a phoenix.

I have a plug, but no cord. I have feet, but cannot walk. I can be filled to the brim without eating a bite, and you step inside me to come out clean.

What does a panda use to cook with?