I have a bill, but I do not have money. I am known for wanting grapes from a lemonade stand.

In a tiny queen’s castle, I hold a sweet prize. In a museum, I take a man’s guise. If I grow in your head, I block out sound. If I melt in your hand, I cast light around. I’m what the moon does after it’s new. If you’re a poet, I’m what you do, too.

Eos with her celestial torch scorches the heavens with its flame. A spectacle of vibrant hues containing marks of crimson and gold heralding a new beginning, but I am a fleeting masterpiece eventually devoured by the light.

I can encase a gun's projectile, but I cannot forget the sea for a long while. People use me to replace TP if I'm in threes. .

I have gills but I am not a fish I may be tasty in a dish To find me while hiking is manys wish