Sitting on the dock of the bay Spending my time catching filet Hoping to take it home to fry Maybe a tuna I'll try Oh no no way... With a rod and reel or net what am I doing?

I have no voice, yet I help you shout, I take a whisper and blow it out. A plastic cone with a powerful flare, I hurl your words through the open air.

A snowy mountain with layers inside, A sugary castle where flavors hide. A candle may sit upon my peak, But warmth is the one thing I never seek. What am I?

Tiny stones falling, contained by a glass. An attractive figure in a corseted dress. Do not take too long, your time will pass!

The wind gives me movement, people give me meaning.