A waddling crowd huddled together, Everyone takes care of new recruits, Stay close to survive the weather, Always wear the most formal suits

I grow in the wild, taste clean, and sometimes stamp value into metal.

Always running, stays in place. Has a mouth but not a face. Has no lungs but yet can roar. A passageway without a door.

A glassy home for green to thrive, a mini world where plants survive. Nature's theater, sunlit stage, life enclosed in a verdant cage.

O, beloved apple-of-the-earth, Born in darkness, Brought to light at your end You're a hardy specimen Able to tough out the cold And brave the heat of the day O beloved, you are loved by many A staple around the world