What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
When I’m metal or wood, I help you get home. When I’m flesh and I’m blood, In the darkness I roam.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!