They are Masons, but they aren’t free Candles and jam, and beans and tea Give them a little tip Or take a little sip They will help your pickling spree

In every kitchen, I am found I'll turn your cheese into a mound Of finely shredded tasty bits Just keep an eye out on your mits

I grow like little puffs of white, then turn to cloth both soft and light. Against your skin I’m often worn, a cozy friend from plant life born.

Heat-high bowl? Stir-fry stroll? Noodles with feet, On egg roll soles?

We were the next big thing before AI, even though we dealt with the very small. Our dad was Richard Feynman. Take half of Mork’s greeting, but change the u to o. Next is a type of bro. Follow with the abrrev. For a city known for jazz. Add a piece of a tree, then that is, then the letter that pluralizes things.