Because I am the blue one, I was given the name of something you blow.

Print that green. Treat your nose. Easy to pick. Hard to throw. I spread thick like weeds and can hang down low, but a zingy leaf tea lets me flow. Snot??? Ew, nothing like that, no!

Hass anyone seen my little green buddy? He’s VERY temperamental, only opens up when he’s wearing a brown hat, for one day. He’s always grumping that he has a big stone in his belly, but when he feels good, he likes moshing with his friend, Mr. Lime

I am a second baseman. People often shout my name. They always say I am up.

You say just one? That’s cute, good try, but once I crunch, your hand will fly. You grab another, to dip with glee, a sudden split, and now there’s two sad bits of me.