You can eat and drink from me, bu I'm hard to crack.

Sticky and sweet, I work well in tea. Collecting me might sting, I soothe when you swallow me.

Find me across the yard in the early hours Or at the end of a mountain drink You shouldn't have to use all your powers Just give these clues a think

I curl in the sun, yet I may scratch with glee, I chase tails and shadows, nimble as can be. I may be on your screen or in your lap, soft and sly, perhaps taking a nap.

I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a me. Leafy arms in the summer air, A stout home for robins in my hair.