Sometimes I'm fudge Other times I'm a potato chip If you see me in the water It's a sign of a disturbance Either way I am tasty or beautiful.

I'm bidirectional, so to speak. I survived, while others did not. I remain. Now saved for later is the plan for me. My opposite is right under your nose.

I ask you Are you gonna be chopping your wood Or spraying your trunk?

Inquisitive about this, inquisitive about that. This word is what killed the cat.

No lock holds my keys, and no door holds my screen. Yet I am hinged all the same. What is my name?