I have a roof but no house, and I have stalls but no cars. I am filled with gold that you cannot spend and a choir that only says one word. What am I?

While I till soil and move leaves, the other leaves soil in your jeans. Our names are the same, except I'm a tool and it's a fiend.

I fear a certain monster adorned in blue. A sweet tooth, insatiable, would bite me right through. He feeds on me and others to illicit childish laughter and cheer. How do I get away from Sesame Street, where he'll oft appear? What am I?

Tiny diplomats who negotiate peace with giggles and cries, they arrive with no luggage but bring joy in bundles.

You can't feel me when you're by yourself. Grab your friends, your family, Your coworkers, your neighbors as well Organize for a common cause Or even to enjoy the good vibes Your enemies can experience this, too Just, y'know, not with you