In the garden, green and sweet, a fragrant leaf you'll meet. With a hint of mint and clove, it’s a chef’s beloved trove.

I bloom in red, my seeds crown bread, yet from my sap come dreams instead.

Your parrot is not dead. It’s probably pining for one of these.

When you let your animals out to pasture, And you need to keep an ear out for wherever they meander, You can grace them with this fabulous accessory. Any material will do, so long as it can make a loud enough clatter and can cut through insects' incessant chatter Now you can get your chores done, or even rest a spell, Alternatively, as Ferrell would say, 'Needs more'...?

First four are for rear; add two more and I’m in sticks generally made from milk. Last three are an insect, something Leonardo da Vinci wanted to do, something Daniel Bernoulli described too. All together, I come from a cocoon, pretty and unique; some are monarchs of the sky.