As it stands, I am paint made by water, melting beneath the first heat of light. Add a Y and dip a fry, a simple, tasty fast-food delight. Cold by nature, altered by your touch, this frozen name belongs to a famous snowman.

I have no legs, but I am always running. I have no lungs, but I can’t stop breathing. I have a bed, but I never sleep. I have a mouth, but I never speak Though I can roar when I’m angry, And I’m always at my best when I’m going downhill.

In darkness deep where whispers echo, nature sculpts her secret halls, a retreat for winged creatures and buried tales of old.

I fill the trough for beasts that graze, or flood your screen throughout the day. I keep things full in different ways, for hungry mouths or eyes that stay.

Birthed from the earth long time ago, my crystalline heart is quite the show. Some known me for my gold-brown colours, or sometimes light blue - or many others. A companion to humans since ancient time, adorning the wealthy to let them shine.