Riddle No. 1
My outer a tool of the naughty, well versed
My inner, a part, for a shaker, immersed
My whole in a bag easily transported
With my mates, a popular bunch purported
Riddle No. 2
My head and tail both equal are,
My middle slender as a bee.
Whether I stand on head or heel
Is quite the same to you or me.
But if my head should be cut off,
The matter's true, though passing strange
Directly I to nothing change.
What am I???
Riddle No. 3
I spin round and round
And I don't move out of place.
What you want I can hold,
Without gaining extra weight.
I could never, ever, use a car,
But I'm stuck sometimes in "Drive",
When you're cruel enough to burn me,
I'll always come out alive.
Would you like to hear some jazz with that?
Or I can give you rock or rap.
And even though I can't make music,
You can hear from me sounds of acoustic.
Anything you want to hear! Now don't you think I deserve a cheer?