I am white and sweet, a baker's delight, but devour too much and your teeth feel the bite.

Despite it's name, it's actually heavier than a regular house.

I start like snow, so soft and white, then toast to gold by firelight. With chocolate tucked where I belong, around the campfire I don’t last long.

I have many leaves, but I am no tree. I have days and weeks, but no time to see. I can tell you the future, but only for a year, Then you’ll throw me away when the new ones appear.

I flow in secret, dark and deep, A vital promise I'm meant to keep. But break the walls that hold me tight, And I will rush into the light. I am a crimson, rushing flood, An urgent spilling of your blood. When structural bounds begin to fail, Doctors rush and faces pale.