I'm not made of cheese But don't tell the cow who jumped over me. When I'm full and you go mad Just remember to be glad You might have been a werewolf You're just crazy for not saying woof.

I start as a liquid, then harden my form,But I vanish completely whenever it’s warm.Shaved down and drowned in sweet syrup, I’m a treat,Or a silver-bladed highway for your skating feet.

I wear a coat of velvet fluff, With whiskers fine and toe beans so soft. I sit where I fits, wherever I please, On cozy blankets or shelves with ease. I test every object perched up high, With one little paw and a curious eye. I watch your treasures tumble and break Then blink slowly as if it’s no mistake!

Looming dark clouds are harbingers of me, so one should seek shelter immediately.

Between great heights I stretch below, where rivers carve and wild things grow.