"I am above your eyes, but below your hair, sometimes wrinkled in thought or smooth and fair. I shield your brain from the sun's bright glare. What am I?"

"I bend but do not break, and help you lift and hold. I'm a joint in your arm, that's often told. What am I?"

"I protect the heart within and rise and fall with every breath in. A place where treasures can be stored, what am I, you might have implored?"

"I sit below your mouth and above your neck, sometimes smooth, sometimes with a beard to check. I help shape your face, where a dimple might be in place. What am I?"

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

"I have a passage that food and air must share, I help you sing and speak with care. Inside me lies a voice so clear, what am I, can you hear?"

"I'm where your arm and neck connect, helping you shrug, lift, and protect. With strength and flexibility, I support your arm's trajectory. What am I?"

"I am short but strong, helping you grip tight. With four others, I help you write. Opposable and unique, I'm what you seek. What am I?"

I can be long, or I can be short. I can be grown, and I can be bought. I can be painted, or left bare. I can be round, or square. What am I?

"I'm behind you every day, supporting you in every way. From neck to tail, I'm your frame, without me, standing would be a game. What am I?"

"I help you stand tall and move around, with bones and muscles tightly bound. From hip to toe, I do extend, without me, you couldn't bend. What am I?"

"I connect the foot and leg, allowing you to twist and bend. With every step you take, on me you do depend. What am I?"