We are a team. Four colors separate us because we are all green. We slice and dice mainly at pie we love to eat. Compadres in arms that protect the city and yet we remain under and unseen.

I am hoarded in panic, yet I vanish in haste, I stick by your side, in your darkest hour. I ease your toil when nature won’t wait, Then I let you leave in a fresher state.

I used to walk, but now I'm cured, So you won't have to chase me. I come from someplace smoky, And you just can't wait to taste me!

Poor people have me, rich people need me, and if you eat me, you will die. What am I?

Up I go, and your post gains fame, A tiny click, a big online claim. I'm not a comment, a share, nor a save, But I show I like it, and help it behave.