Sweet delight from the cane or the beet, A kitchen staple that makes life taste neat. In pies and cakes, you’ll often be found, A sprinkle of you makes the world go 'round.

I once stood tall among the trees, Now waves carry me with ease. Weathered, worn, and bleached by sun, I travel wherever the tides run. What am I?

I can take you downhill for free, but uphill comes with a price.

I wrap around your neck in cold, I come in patterns bright and bold. I have no mind, yet know the loop, I warm the throat of all the group. I can be knitted, woven, tied, Or draped in style with quiet pride. I keep you snug when breezes blow What am I, head to toe?

I hang in clusters from a vine, Small and round, purple or green. Squish me and I make wine, What am I that you’ve seen?