I have yellow teeth but cannot bite, I wear a green coat tucked up tight. I stand in a field with a tassel hair, And come off the cob at a summer fair.

I get a face for Halloween, then lose my guts over it.

In yellow gowns, the tart maid stands, brightening dishes from foreign lands. With zesty charm and tangy delight, she turns the sour into pure bite.

I have many teeth that easily break, as I chew through knots that frustrate. Cool guys keep me on hand, or in back pocket rather than.

I go up, it's bright, I go down, it's dark. I do this so fast you don't even notice Looking for rapid moves right below me? In your dreams! I protect, I shimmer, I'm glamorous. I come in different shapes and sizes.