I'm a time and a falcon, a number and a raven. I'm a young adult and an entree, a buffalo and a cowboy. When I'm on television, I get high ratings. When I travel, I get free shipping. And when you put me all together, you see beauty in everything.

I’m small and red with seeds outside, Sweet to taste and loved worldwide. In cakes and jams I often stay What am I, can you say?

When the day turns to night in a cosmic hide-and-seek, the sky wears its shadowy mask, dancing in celestial mystery, leaving sunbathers puzzled and astronomers delighted.

I live in dark tunnels, or so people say, I turn folks to stone if they wander my way.

A brainy vegetable often mistaken for a snowball, masquerading as a vegetable steak, and loved for its chameleon-like culinary charm.