I hug the roots beneath the flowers, through sunny days and rainy showers. Though plain to see, I play my part, I help small gardens get their start.

A tool of sorts, a sacrifice, perhaps even a queen! What is this thing, that can be USED, for many, many things?

Swingline. KA-CHUNK! -----------------

I am born as a puddle on a scorching hot plate, But I flip in the air to seal my sweet fate. I wear a gold jacket, round, fluffy, and light, And I love to get drenched in the morning’s daylight. You can stack me up high like a tower of old, Then melt a square crown of yellow and gold. Drizzle me with amber from a maple tree’s heart, And breakfast is ready to be torn right apart.

I can represent millions of people, or just one person trying to get a taxi ride.