I sizzle like bacon but I'm not in a pan I have a backbone but no legs or hand I shed my old skin to stay feeling new And I fit in a hole or slide through the dew

I was born with a tail but no legs to stand, yet I grew into a leaper who can travel the land. I have a skeleton but no ribs to protect my heart, and I can breathe through my skin, it’s my most clever art. I am a master of the water, the earth, and the air, though I cannot fly, I catch my meals there. What am I?

The king and a butterfly walk into a bar, and are immediately swarmed by fans. The barkeep asks what the deal was, and is told, 'do you live under a rock?! Don't you know a ANSWER when you see one?'

Floating through untamed waters with all the shades of blue, Beware of my titanic strength. I am still, but deadly too. I’m a metaphor for things unseen unless you take a dip, because there’s more to me beneath the surface, but this is just the tip.

A fall from the heavens in the shade of a tree A lifetime of sun is waiting for me I have a hard shell but break through and you'll see I hold the future of the forest in me