I fuel your fire in the dead of night I’ll be a strong house if you do it right With my source standing high on top of the hill I’m the last name of the infamous Will

The dirtiest canals are the roads for my striped paddler.

I wear a green coat, though I’m sweet inside, juicy and round, with seeds to hide. I bask in the sun and grow on the vine, slice me open, and enjoy a taste so fine!

You can size us up with letters Or measure flour for your scone. If I manage all your printers, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Absent my first, receive what's hard-won Absent my second, a tall tale is spun Absent my third, eager ages agone Absent my fourth, a ewe has a son Absent my fifth, age goes up by one Everyone present, pine for prizes unwon