Behold, in fields where fairies dwell, dost thou see? A dancer clad in colors, light as the breeze. From flower to flower, on gossamer wings, it flits, A gentle spirit of the morn, in sunlight it sits.

I am a food item with over seven thousand varieties, Green with envy, but I'm actually red, 'cause I'm only green with granny smith. Add cherry to my name and I pack a sweet new punch, Add an animal to my name, and I come in jams and munch.

Crystal white, On winter streets, Seasons sorrow, On pouting cheeks?

What is a penguin's default method of travel?

Breaching hulls, bashing ships It’s not as friendly as it seems Floating fish, massive citys Nothing may stand against it’s wrathful face Some call them rogues, others freaks Sometimes tsunamis Sometimes ripples Often lapping gently on the shore