In dark of night, The wooded deep, Beware of me, For I am how I eat.

Two words put together make a twofold lie One is a color, but that color is not mine The other a structure of wood or stone But not in my case, I would make a poor home

My name is a lie, but that is not all: my shape, my outsides, my insides, my whole existence. I’m advertised as this, but the name is quite off base. Still, it’s fun to watch reactions during first-time tasting sessions.

Something is brewing in the open sea and yet the sailor dindnt fear me

I have six legs, wings and make a buzzing sound and though I'm small, I'm known near and afar. I'm a tiny creature. What am I?