I’m like a rattle for cattle Lots of people seem to want more, more, more.

I can be a tree, a cone, or even an apple

If you jump off the Pont Neuf in Paris, you must be...

When fire fades, I often stay, a powder pale and soft as clay. Yet from my bed, so tales convey, a phoenix may be reborn one day.

A wooden box that sings Comes to life upon strings Rests on a shoulder, don't you know Makes music when it takes a bow An answer for this riddle, Is obvious if you think a little