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.

A famous red haired character mistakenly used me to comb her hair. One of her companions told her I was called a Dinglehopper. I’m part of her whozits and whatzits collection.

I'm measured in units of potassium-rich produce on Reddit, and I a pretend I’m a phone. What am I?

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?