I have one tooth unlike the three of Lord Poseidon's weaponry. My name: An angelic instrument ended like a typhoon. Yet Ahab, I failed to kill the white whale, guess me for a boon.

What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?

Let the beat do it and you're sure to have a hit Let an egg do it and you're cleaning up quite a bit

A needle whose purpose is not to pierce, but to clean. Made not of metal, but of wood

Quick as a blink, gone in a flash, A sudden burst, without a crash. Fingers meet in a crisp embrace, A fleeting sound, a moment's trace.