He rosins the bow, I answer the call, four tight strings spark a musical brawl. Chin held tight, I cry and croon, gold or your soul, you’ll wager soon.

Cigarette dropping, Razed remain, Nest of a phoenix, Samara buried became.

Colors and dyes can rhyme with me, Subtle suggestions, you get one free. Just a whisper, barely there, may help save you, from despair...

The sky and sea hold perfect rhymes, For trace to find at scenes of crimes. Get one quick, before you guess, Enough will make suspects confess...

I have a handle and a lot of holes. I'm sharp, but can't slice bread. Rub the right way to meet your goals And you'll get a fine Shred What am I?