I sound like a goose that learned how to yell, but I need air and squeezing to work well. I never play quietly, day or night, love me or fear me, I bring loud delight.

A girl with greenbrown eyes climbed a tree to pick nuts.

I may meander, but I’m not lost I had a point to make, but my mind went astray I’m when you leave the beaten path You let your eyes roam and suffer Your girlfriends wrath.

What is seen in the middle of March and April that can’t be seen at the beginning or end of either month?

I have deep walls but no rooms, and my floor is always shifting. I'm a place where rock is hunted, but no animals are living. What am I?