A little shake, a fiery flair, I sit with salt most everywhere.

Find me in caves Along with my brother Don't mix up our names We're not one another We may both be sharp And hard to recall I'm surely the best And above it all

I’m a part of you. Hard to pick off but not impossible. I’m small and skinny. What am I?

I’m easy. I’m always at the beach. I make July - or January - bearable.

Quite the dilemma, when you have to choose between me and a hard place. On a lighter note: stick googly eyes on me, and I'm a pet that barely takes space.