Shiver me timbers, when the sun dips low, and shadows creep, what be the hour the scallywags know?

I am a kingdom where sunlight is sifted, where giants drink clouds and the ground never dries. My breath is warm, my voice is a chorus, and life hides in layers beneath emerald skies.

Once I rode with rats and fleas, bringing kingdoms to their knees. Yet I am more than a fever’s spread, for a locust swarm bears my name instead.

Fast and high, I’m a swift little fellow Painful to do when your throat is not mellow

I look like snow in tiny flakes I hide in chips and crispy cakes I make your soup shout hey wake up I sneak in almost every cup I live in oceans rock and mine in shaker hats I love to shine Too much of me can cause a fuss yet food feels wrong without my touch I turn bland bites to flavor loud from simple fries to steaks so proud I am the pinch the chef will hurl a crystal king of flavor swirl