Ahoy, mateys! I hold yer grog, or maybe a message from a landlubber's log. Though I've no mouth, I can still be uncorked. What am I, ye scurvy dog?

With four leaves, I bring you luck. With three leaves, I'm just regular. Lose my first letter and I'm that special person in your life. But lose one more and it's the end.

Take a bird, pluck out its eye, and lose its tail. Now, give it an ear. What do you have?

You can do this in your car and it is a lot of fun. It leaves marks on the pavement and some people get annoyed with the sound! You can feel this at work and it is not so fun. It leaves mental marks and can be related to depression.

I offer heat and endless sand, or slip away from a post or stand. I’m harsh in land or swift in choice, one word that carries either voice.