I'm a green child, A blonde adult, A brown elder, You separate me from my folk before skinning me

In the deep I lurk, Dark waters full of murk, You think you might, have found the light, Inside my belly, you're out of sight

A small base, surrounded by stone, The Woods family, lived alone, Until the Flints, came upon, Their love ignited; it's burning on

I'm bald though not old, My meal is rotten not forgotten, I circle around patiently, I come to eat what's left for me,

I like to float I eventually fall, When I land I am no longer small, Your hands can roll me after all, Making me a man or a gentle ball