Bippity boppity boop, this magical tool was not made for you. It chooses the witch or wizard, we don't choose it, hope you get it right, to prevent a big fright.

Almost an instrument, though I can't carry a tune But I may carry fun, monkeys, or rum for you

I top your pizza and your martini, In salads and dips you’ll find me. From my pit comes liquid shine, Tiny, round, and so divine. Who could I be?

I tighten when things get loose, and loosen when things get tight.

I have a heart that’s full of heat, Yet no blood flows through my beat. I breathe in iron, hum and groan, To warm your skin and guard your home. I drink hot water, steam, or oil, To keep the freezing cold at coil.