I appear in a dish, but I am not a must. You might see me in desert fields of dune dust.

I sound like my name, but I do not sound like the feeling i name. You might hear me in the moments before the sting..

I drink from air and need no ground, With silent grace, my blooms astound.

My name makes me sound like I’m funny, But there’s no red in my nose It’s more sunny. My kind starred in a flick that was set in the blue, That made a red and white mouse lots of money.

If the things I grow and are grown from were speaking you’d surely get my name, Despite what is is said I make neither fruit nor magic, but I am Where a guy named Jack found his fame