In the north I am hot, In the south I feel gray. The sixth of twelve is my lot, My squire is solstice day.

Forwards I'm a forest creature A homophone for what you love Backwards, a plant that marshes feature And in instruments through which air you shove

We are a team. Four colors separate us because we are all green. We slice and dice mainly at pie we love to eat. Compadres in arms that protect the city and yet we remain under and unseen.

I have everything yet, Feels so empty. I have so much light, Yet it is so dark.

I used to walk, but now I'm cured, So you won't have to chase me. I come from someplace smoky, And you just can't wait to taste me!