If yellow, a mean fellow If leather, lasts forever If it's hot, you'd better not If on book, it's a good look

Snow upon water, long of neck, approach with care, or earn a peck.

I can be found in games, meat, memory, and elements. What am I?

I drift where lesser wings grow tired, my piercing gaze is much admired. No crown I wear, yet skies I claim, a sharp-eyed hunter, known by name.

you can wear me on your foot but I'm also fun to ride with the help of gravity take a seat and you will glide