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.

A biological elevator, its passengers water and sugar. Or a category for the maths and sciences.

Bumpy Skin Pleasant noise Yet always frowned upon.

Golden sun that never sets, a lion's mane in grassy beds, its whispers float on gentle gales, granting wishes as it sails.

Arr, in the tropics where parrots do squawk, ye'll find me in a jug of rum, on ships at dock! With a zesty hue and a tart surprise, I'm the chartreuse treasure in pirates' eyes.