I fit in sockets, and brighten the space, I sprout, then grow, then flower in place. A four-letter word, one few stop to think, Yet I live in the soil, and glow in a blink.

I left my campsite and hiked south for three miles. Then I turned east and hiked for three miles. I then turned north and hiked for three miles, at which time I came upon a bear inside my tent eating my food! What color was the bear?

How much wood would two woodchucks chuck if they agreed they both would chuck wood?

Born from tears of the sky and sun's laughter, I paint arches in the air, a fleeting bridge of colors you can't walk on. Catch me if you dare, but I'll vanish like a dream upon waking.

I wax often, despite no threat of hair. I also become blue, though that is rare.