You can make as many of me in winter, But need only three of me to make a person, And only one of me to start a fight.

I am a sea of grass, vast and wide, Where wind whispers secrets, secrets I hide. Few trees dare to stand, where the bison once cried.

Three snowy spheres all stacked with care, a carrot nose and scarf I wear. With coal for a smile, I proudly stand, a winter guest shaped by your hand.

One bird all by itself can't make a pun. But...

In waves, in lattes, and beds I’m found, a crowd of bubbles packed around.