I have a handle, a head, and a bite, But knowledge and judgment are not in my might. Though useful I am, I'm devoid of all thought, By human hand guided, my purpose is wrought. What am I?

A way to get from here to there where others are trying to go from left to right. The way kids sometimes deliver bad news. A classic progressive rock song.

I have many layers, many as a Russian doll I can make you cry, I'm round as a ball I love the spring, I can go around your fingers and be really crispy, If powdery, I season If your meat tastes well, I am the reason

When Bacchus calls, the sun doth wane, a jovial dance, thy spirits gain. 'Tis time when mirth and ale dost flower, marking the end of toil's dour hour.

Defiance works against me, In wind I'm ochre waves, When autumn calls, I too must fall, For nothing gold can stay