You can spread me but do not eat me; garden with me, but I alone cannot produce. You can clean and make soaps with me, for I have a lots of use.

I once stood tall, with leafy pride, but now I rest, my rings inside. By fire I'm fed, by axe I'm split, on forest floors, I sometimes sit. I'm not a frog, yet I still croaked, what am I, once part of oak?

I protect, nourish and heat yet you cannot walk without me on your feet, Big and bulky I weigh you down, I may be pretty but I’m not a gown

You clear me away with a broom and rags, yet apply me to find the guilty.

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day