I’m chewed, not swallowed, sweet at first, stretch me right and see me burst. A playful treat of sticky fun, best enjoyed by nearly everyone.

Tweety Bird lives within me, Your lungs couldn't live without me. Shark divers often use me, Prisoners can't refuse me.

A slip of paper, fabric, or more, A simple mark to keep your score. I save your spot within a page, A single sign through every age.

Don't trade the family cow for it You'll need more than one to be full of it If you have something to say, spill it Or make some java and grind it

This desktop item made a teacher's wife and Persian god king blush. Not a pen or pencil, chalk, eraser, or a brush. Paper tried to hug it once, then let out a curse. But when it tried to cleave the rock, its feelings wound up hurt.