In summer's sway, with a rind so thick, inside lies the sun's juicy trick. Green or yellow, sweet and round, a picnic's joy can be found.

Born underground, I hide my gold beneath the soil. Pull me free, and I’ll reward you with crunchy sweetness that your eyes appreciate.

I used to be one, but aeons wore me down, From what i am now, time's passage was drawn. Cast me in flame, unite me true, and once i am pure, you will see through.

From inside a frame of metal and plastic, it turns zeros and ones into anything you ask it to, all while fitting in a backpack or briefcase.

a cozy warm worm helps me fend off the winter coil around me