I can jump, but I cannot walk. You might see me in a rainstorm.

Lemons, bananas, a sunlit array, I brighten skies and fields in May. Not a sound, yet I’m loud in view, Worn by both daffodils and morning’s hue.

From womb of the queen, through chaos I came, to challenge the shadow that murdered my name. An eye for the truth, though one I did lose, I soar where the sun and the kings both choose.

I have tentacles, but I do not have bones. I am known for my large brain.

I zip through the air like I’m late for a date, wearing stripes like it’s a fashion mistake. When you’ve spotted me and flailed around on the go, I’ve already crashed your picnic like a pro!