Squeaky-Clean Role-Playing and Other Whatnot discussion

So...Riddles! :D

Q. What does a nosy pepper do?
A. It gets jalapeño business.

Q. What does a nosy pepper at an auction do?
A. It gets jalapeño bid-ness.

Q. What does a nosy pepper at a back-yard camp-out do?
A. It gets jalapeño grill.

Q. What do you call a nervous car that goes really fast and then suddenly stops?
A. Skiddish.

Q. What does a fish use to blow his nose?
A. An anchorchief.

I dance upon parchment,
Swim in a well,
High on a mountain,
Or deep in a dell.

A bird is my mother,
My father, the knife,
Part of me is hollow,
And I never have strife.

I am quite useful,
And rather love to write,
For it is my reason,
My only way of life.

This riddle tells of a real thing,
For it holds no lie,
So, I ask you a question:
What am I?

Filled with what was before glass,
I use it to count,
The thing which you have and spend,
But is a very small amount.

So little of the thing,
That I measure, you hold,
The thing that I count,
Is more precious than gold.

When the before-glass runs out,
Another also leaves,
Drifting away in ever-changing winds,
Like dead and fallen leaves.

This riddle tells of a real thing,
For it holds no lie,
So, I ask you a question:
What am I?