Arr matey, on land it sails, A prickly vessel with no gales. Tiny legs dash, Through shrub and ash. Tis no ship, but spikes it unveils!

Honking travelers in a V-shaped parade, they migrate on wings, following invisible highways in the sky. These feathered navigators leave behind golden clues on grassy runways.

a shaker on your counter the smell at a beach the tang of a beef steak what do these have in common?

I’m a fierce king, born with pride. Just don’t get on my bad side. I’m like a kitty but not so mild. You can find me running the show in the wild.

I have many layers, many as a Russian doll I can make you cry, I'm round as a ball I love the spring, I can go around your fingers and be really crispy, If powdery, I season If your meat tastes well, I am the reason