If a space alien made out of Legos could talk, what would be the first thing he would say?

A cheese wheel sacrificed himself to save the others. Why? It was all for the grater...

I’m kept in a cave Taste better than I smell Without me, you’d have no story to tell

I have a single tail but no head, I bleed vibrant colors but I am already dead. I love to be hugged by needles and hooks, And I tell warm stories without using books.

Round and round the sun we go, each day marked in a row. My pages turn, seasons flow, keeping track of time's gentle show.