Arr matey, a wooden home for treasures untold, Stacked high in the hold, like gold they enfold. Ye'll find these in the galley, or on the deck, Hoist them up, and mind yer neck!

With the sun, a festival of light appears. With the lion, we celebrate another cycle. With a flash, oh, what a feeling. But with safety, you can leave your friends behind.

I’m an Asian food you see Cheap and in groups I’m found, however I’m not rice.

I have a magic box in me that makes a noise when i'm hap-py I come with knives included free WHAT in the world COULD I BE?

My first is a food that Dr. Seuss did rhyme, My last means to give someone a hard time. Together, it’s a place to spend a lazy day Relaxing as back and forth you sway.