I deal in numbers, but I’m not an accountant. I speak in codes, but I’m no spy. A chemist by training, precision’s my ally, you’ll find me where cures are shelved with care, guarding the balance of dosage and dare.

There's three of me: a pirate, a fabric, and a small friend's coat.

I appear in a haunted house, but I am not a ghost or monster. You might see me in neglected areas and trees.

It holds you up, and weigh you down, Its the reason you're not a puddle, or totally round. A hidden factory, plasma's it's child: supporting all your actions, be them lawful, or wild.

Sour and often times sweet, Sometimes, you'll find yourself in me. Other times, you'll take a bite, A tangy, tasty summer's delight.