Caw me what you will. I pry when your arms can’t fulfill. A straight-lined bird on a stool, with a drink from a still.

What do you put on a bagel, to make sure nobody steals it?

This can be made with strings in multiple ways. It can wake you at night, or send shuttles by day. All that precedes it, when it comes to the sound. Over net it assists, spiking round to the ground.

Cultures shaped me, though I’ve never read a book. I live in the cold, yet I come from warmth. Love me or hate me, I’m all over the world. What am I?

We don't want a belly-itcher! Nor a baseball stitcher. Thrower of curves and sliders Or pourer of margaritas and ciders