I am born on the back of a wandering beast, But I’m taken away when the winter has ceased. I can change into jackets, or blankets, or threads, To keep you quite cozy asleep in your beds. Though I started as wool, I can now be man-made, In the softest of sweaters that never will fade.

One may rule a bustling hive, another keeps a realm alive. Though one has wings and one a throne, they share one royal name alone.

What do you call a bear, with severe dental issues? A ...

Born of spark, and live on air, I can be started almost anywhere The weapon that a dragon breathes, There's said to be no smoke without me Man's earliest companion from caveman days, Still used today to keep the cold at bay

A contraption born of shadowy scheming, where whispers of cheese dance upon the breeze. It beckons with promises, yet ensnares with unseen teeth in the realm of cunning sorcery.