This spine holds no bone Dozens of teeth that don't bite Last letter makes no tone Without it, hair could look a fright

What do you call a whole bunch of vanillas?

Buoyant beauty born from breath, drifting through the breeze, a gentle giant in enchanted air, floating freely like a fanciful feather.

Another you appears in me, yet cannot leave, nor truly be.

Oh magical fruit The more you eat The more you toot! Where have you been You fabulous...