I might me made of rubber, I might be made of goo, I might be made of skin and bones and organs, just like you. Close it up, lock it tight, make sure none can get in. We’ll be back soon, I can not miss, Kiss from a Rose again!

You can wear me on your head and rarely to bed, you can find me at the top of a fizzy soda pop, and in modern parlance, if you deceive, the crowd will perceive and exclaim me.

Take all of your fingers, And all of your toes, Weave them together, And count with your nose

And here am-I showing where the wind goes!

I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?