Small and cozy, tucked away, In fields or woods I often stay.

Don't boo or hiss I'm just misunderstood. Try to move like me and you'll just get rug burn.

What kind of iceberg can be eaten completely in one meal?

I'm long and green, a garden delight, But some say my shape is a bit impolite. I'm cool in a salad, a refreshing bite, But what am I, causing such lyrical plight?

I’m crooked in posture and humble in size, a shelter that doesn't pretend. When rain forms streams and wind sighs, travelers may call me a friend.