In circles of delight I twirl, with toppings that make mouths whirl. A crusty base, a cheesy crown, a slice of joy that won't let you down.

Curled into a circle, I hang with cheer, a touch of the forest, bringing the season near. Sometimes I celebrate, sometimes Im placed to grieve, on doors or tables, I take my leave.

Tiny guardians worn as a pair, I shield your skin from cold and care. I grip, I warm, I take the strain, Five paths I hold, yet feel no pain.

On top of rock, On edge of grass, Sprinkled on spiders web, You find me early in the morning, Set fore you get out of bed. Glittering in morning light, Natures softest diamond, Yet softer than any mineral, And easier to find em

I’m a tiny gated object that can hold your most precious person.