I can sometimes be cracked, and you can usually find me in a trail. If I describe your mind, your thoughts are probably off the rail.

I’m an onomatopoeia, a sound effect, like brrr. I’m almost the name of a hoppity guy, a friend to a famous deer. I sound like bump, and slump, and a seven hump wump of Mr. Gump. If you’re missing your front teeth, I might be what comes out when you try to say sump. What word am I, the sound when a heavy object meets the ground?

I lie on the ground, cracked and dry, Stirred up when rain falls from the sky. Bathe in me, but don’t get me in your eye. In Mississippi I might make a pie.

I can be electric, Even under the sea. If you're kind of shady, You'll be called as slippery as me.

In pantry jars my kind resides, A pinch of me can change the tides. I bring warmth and flavor in a trice, With sugar and me, I make everything nice.