I flip to top heavy to start My innards flowing free A single metric do I mark Then sit still silently

A plastic skin, no Umbrella for you, banana colored protection for your body.

In the forest, I sing a tune, like a whispering breeze in June. My teeth bite, but cause no harm, crafting wood with rustic charm.

I hold the clouds at your feet, but fade away in summer heat. Kick me once and I’m undone, a fleeting mirror under the sun

The rapper that likes big butts and cannot lie would really appreciate this kitchen device.