Stop here and stay a while. Enjoy the breeze, walk a mile. But watch out before you embark, For you’re likely not allowed after dark.

Even though this is not the greatest song in the world, I still offer this as payment out of respect.

This four letter word is the last thing you'll hear, in front of a squad of armed men, oh dear!

Forwards, I am guides, directing you from A to B Backwards, I'm a canned and rather salty blob of meat

I can float for hours, yet somehow I always find the ceiling fan.