It's inside a tree And sometimes seen at night It could mean a promise Or a place for a fight Put it on a finger The one that shares its name It could come from a phone Or be made for a game What am I?

I am a blade, but I do not cut. I am shaved for sport and smoked by others.

A flamingo once asked how many of these you have to eat before you make your skin turn pink. Eat too much and you'll get sick. These are pretty rich.

Heart's compass, it be, Guiding ships through stormy seas, Gold doubloons for free.

Perched on your cheek, my one eye does see, A circle of glass on a chain - that's me! Half a spectacle for wisdom's own style, A gentleman's glance, with a dapper smile.