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

I come from the rubber tree I'm always in your mouth when there's nothing to savor Pull me from foil to opt for flavor

Ever loyal always ready to wag a tail on your arrival

Knowing it is a fruit is intelligence; knowing not to put it in a fruit salad is wisdom.

You've got diamonds in your eyes, Or a bird of prey in your sight. Children chase after me as I take flight.