I’m up there in the sky But you can’t easily spot me with my naked eye Without me, the sun would make everyone die Now, can you figure out what am I?

In my legs, I find my fame, Emerald skin, I play the game. From lily pads, I often sing, To ponds and streams, I bring the spring.

Green carpet outside your door, cut short with mower's buzz, where kids play and dogs dig deep, it loves the sun and summer's fuss.

Verdant sea without a wave, clipped short by man's iron tooth, it drinks the rain, hosts barefoot play, and frames the home's sweet truth.

Take this! For that horrendous performance. I grew it myself, and fought off green worms, enormous. Now that it’s done I think it’s time that I ate, there’s bacon and lettuce, oh, the T’s on your face.