I sit between the creature below and rider above, your tush will thank me after time on a back. With a bridle and reins, you may take control, so long as you do not sit on the horn.

With hand and flute a melody heard. Say duh with this you’ll bear the word. To mime a time, you can look absurd. On this, this fish or cake may burn.

Thin blonde hair that covers us all, peaches take more than their fair share.

A crime boss, capable of singing the highest possible pitch by a human

I belong on a table, In a garden, or where one path becomes two.