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!'

I am green and grow well in your garden when watered and can be replanted for indoor use as well

The day dawns twice, The night sets twice, Yet only Twenty-four hours have passed. What am I?

I never stay the same for long, yet you insist my shape is a horse or swan. You point and argue, laugh and vow, but look! I’m already different now.

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