I have a skin, flesh, and ribs, but I do not have a heart, mind, or bibs. I am often seen in an autumn patch..

I rise without legs, float without wings, Found in stars and party things. Too light to linger, I slip away, A noble guest who won’t long stay

I come in the night, no concept of time, vanish with dawn, and fill you with fright.

Hidden underground, I dig without a sound, but on a chemist's table, my weight is found.

I am a lord under the earth, I am a dwarf above it. I have five icy children who, circled in my arms, I covet. I once shared my family’s title but have been stripped of my worth; discriminated by my size and position of my birth.