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?

Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?

Y’arrrr me leg be gone but still. A wooden post now fits the bill. What what is this thing that keeps me steady?

I allowed you to be and even thrive, I'm known by all on Xbox Live