On cold arctic nights, I shimmer, shine and dance, A mesmerizing wave, will leave you stunned at a glance, I will paint the sky, with wonderful light, A wonder of color, Such a beautiful sight

I am known for hopping, but I do not like carrots. You might Kiss me me.

Eggs, purse, pearls. And if you’re unsure, I can help you get up to speed.

I am related to dionysus, but I am not god. People often relax and wine down with me.

My water is hot and steamy, close to a boil, it rests beneath the rocky soil. When pressure climbs, it rises with might, and suddenly bursts upwards, what a sight!