I have one tooth unlike the three of Lord Poseidon's weaponry. My name: An angelic instrument ended like a typhoon. Yet Ahab, I failed to kill the white whale, guess me for a boon.

What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?

Let the beat do it and you're sure to have a hit Let an egg do it and you're cleaning up quite a bit

Gentle breeze alights, nature's painted whispers fly, change on silken wings.

I am always invited to feasts, but I never eat. Although I never celebrate, I am the first to suffer the excesses. I arrive looking good, but am often discarded without a second thought. I handle your messes and am ruined so you don’t have to be.