It bugs me when I'm called a bug Creepy? Crawly? At least I'm not a slug. I'm just trying to live my life, so please don't squish me.

I have a bow, but I cannot shoot. I have a stern, but I am not strict. I can travel the world, but I never leave the water. What am I?

A liquid tale that dances on paper, leaving a trail of thoughts in its wake. Used to sign, create, and communicate, it flows with the quill's embrace.

In creamy dreams and frosty nights, a pure delight in simple sights. A gentle blend in every swirl, a classic choice in dessert's whirl.

You can do this while you work, Though all around may think you a je-rk. Seven dwarves sang it loud and strong, It fit the film, but still feels wrong.