Some of us are name droppers Some of us wear matching suits Some of us produce video Some of us are just silly goofs Some of us will buy you dinner Some of us wish you good cheer And some of us travel from far away lands To remind you of who has been there.

You use me to make most puddings, including a brown betty, but turn me around backwards, and you can pour us on spaghetti.

I'm not saying that I don't talk, but I keep my mouth shut as much as I can. So much so that people use me as an example! I try to be calm, but alas, I'm an anagram.

My first four are what to do to really make me stellar, Though many love me raw, if you can risk the salmonella. I'm versatile AF - find me in any size, shape and flavor, But the version with black circles is still the one most people favor.

I’m not a cat, nor a fox, nor a tree, Yet I fuss where the snippers roam free. I march in orange, I mutter, I warn, Of the greedy hands that leave forests forlorn. I speak for the silent, the leafy, the small, Though shorter than stout, I outshout them all. Who am I, this grumpy, mustachioed chap, That guards the green woods, then vanishes-zap?