I crinkle, shine, and swish about when rainy clouds come drifting out. You wear me when the raindrops fall, what am I that shields it all?

Their tops aren't made out of rubber, Their bottoms aren't made out of springs. Not bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, though pouncy at any rate. If I could say one last thing of these beasts: 'They're grrreat!'

In the burrowed halls of earth, a stripey knight does dwell. Fierce in fight, yet small in might, its tales the woods do tell.

Forever I stretch, some would say I carry a fishy stench. A salty taste and an experience so sweet; dance with the sun and cool off from the heat.

My hair stays green above the ground, while orange treasure’s hidden down. Pull me free and crunch away, what am I you may eat today?