No matter what you say, I'm peak. No cap, except ice on me. When snow sloughs off me, don't trip, My melting streams are pure drip.

Golden kernels sleep, Harvest's bounty, life's true bread, Fields await the plow.

In shady nooks where whispers play, a velvet green quilt finds its way. On stones and logs, it loves to dwell, in nature's quiet, it weaves its spell.

Almost all of these cats are female. In Europe, a type of fabric In the US, a printed fabric design

Through forest dark or mountain pass, I quietly form where travelers pass.