I exist as a food, but I am not made by humans. You might find me in a hexagonal maze.

Once worshipped as A God. We don't care if you just give us a nod. We want love on our own time. Don't go to the bathroom alone. Don't be late for dinner time.

You walk into a room and see a bed. On the bed, there are two dogs, five cats, a giraffe, seven cows, and a goose. There are also three doves flying above the bed. How many legs are on the floor?

I was hailed as a God, though that is what I am not. I exist within a friend, but not for long, with my end, new ones are born. I give mass to those without. What am I?

You clap your hands as soon as you hear the songs that I whisper in your ear. Then I'd dance around and fly with glee as I play the violin that I always carry with me.