Daily I make the world a better place I offer shelter, food, and beautiful grace Before I am murdered for my treasured base

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!

I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.

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 sprang from thought, not from a womb, Clad in armor, sealing doom. Wisdom’s guide and war's delight, An owl soars with me through night. My shield can turn you into stone, Who am I, standing all alone?