I'm not saying that I don't talk, but I keep my mouth shut as much as I can. So much so that people use me as an example! I try to be calm, but alas, I'm an anagram.

My first four are what to do to really make me stellar, Though many love me raw, if you can risk the salmonella. I'm versatile AF - find me in any size, shape and flavor, But the version with black circles is still the one most people favor.

I’m not a cat, nor a fox, nor a tree, Yet I fuss where the snippers roam free. I march in orange, I mutter, I warn, Of the greedy hands that leave forests forlorn. I speak for the silent, the leafy, the small, Though shorter than stout, I outshout them all. Who am I, this grumpy, mustachioed chap, That guards the green woods, then vanishes-zap?

Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?

Y’arrrr me leg be gone but still. A wooden post now fits the bill. What what is this thing that keeps me steady?