Find me in caves Along with my brother Don't mix up our names We're not one another We may both be sharp And hard to recall I'm surely the best And above it all

I’m easy. I’m always at the beach. I make July - or January - bearable.

I crinkle, shine, and swish about when rainy clouds come drifting out. You wear me when the raindrops fall, what am I that shields it all?

Their tops aren't made out of rubber, Their bottoms aren't made out of springs. Not bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, though pouncy at any rate. If I could say one last thing of these beasts: 'They're grrreat!'

In the burrowed halls of earth, a stripey knight does dwell. Fierce in fight, yet small in might, its tales the woods do tell.