I have a jaw but cannot bite. I have no hands but hold on tight. I turn things round but never dance. I twist your fate, given the chance.

What do you call someone who isn’t a dad but tells dad jokes?

I'm the last one to the party, always lagging behind, Sometimes I'm a bit of a flirt, the last of my kind. Though I hold up the rear, I'm the one you'll always find.

I babble, but I'm not a baby. I'm usually clear and cool. What am I?

Mostly water, green in hue, In a pickle jar I’m something new.