I babble over stony ground And wander under leaf and star Swap tail for M and sweep around A book that caught a single R No spine, no page, no inky nook Just slide an R inside a book

I grow without a root or seed, from dripping water slowed by freeze. I hang like glass from roof or stone, what am I, winter grown?

Born grey, but pink when you cook me. I'm kinda like a bug from the deep sea. Still, you eat me with glee. A small, scurrying water delicacy.

A lion, a puppy, a castle in the sky. I can be anything, serenely floating by. White, grey, sometimes painted pink. What am I, do you think?

With antlers wide and legs so long, in northern woods is where I belong.