Answer:
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I'm a soft frozen food made with sweetened and flavored milk fat. I'm usually put in a waffle cone.
You’ll find me in a soup, in a burger, in a pizza, I am green when raw and red when ripened and ready to become a condiment.
Perhaps the most important adjective for ballerinas and princesses.
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes yet move all over the place.
I can only be played on a windy day