With silver spoon, a boy of blue, man on the moon. What’s cat into? It sways a soothe. New life, a boon. The way to hold, A baby, new.

A ship that doesn't sail the sea, nor is it one of dependency. It fills both children and adults with astronomical wonder, most would say that building one requires more than a ponder.

Visions of sunrise with butter as yellow as the sun, rivers of brown on sandy lands. Flat as the underside of a bun, Quick, while it’s as hot as a brand!

A winged sovereign in orange and black attire, no palace needed to inspire.

Ironically, our word transmuted from French, from Latin, from Arabic, from Greek, and possibly originally from Egyptian. Its practitioners hid the gold of their discoveries using cryptic and symbolic language. Magically it relied upon four elements. Its practitioners sought immortality from important discoveries.