Answer:
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?