I'll protect you from the cold, the wind, the rain, the snow. I have teeth and arms but no head or legs. I'm thick or thin. Light or heavy. I have no specific color. Some type of bee even partially shares its name with me.

Arr, matey, I hide one orb, ye see, To ward off the glare o' the deep blue sea. What be this cloth that sails with me?

Babies and grown men both use me alike. For the man, a cold brew, and food for the tyke.

I run long and thin but within the walls, I thrive and scale without falls.

A place to read, A place to recline, No rest for your arms, But one for your behind. What am I?