I’m not quite a bug and not yet with wings, I’m a little green house where a sleepy worm sings. I wiggle inside as I dream of the sky, Then break my small shell and learn how to fly. What am I?

I have no lungs but I am alive. I need water to survive. I'm up and about night and day, I go with the flow, you might say.

I sizzle like bacon but I'm not in a pan I have a backbone but no legs or hand I shed my old skin to stay feeling new And I fit in a hole or slide through the dew

I was born with a tail but no legs to stand, yet I grew into a leaper who can travel the land. I have a skeleton but no ribs to protect my heart, and I can breathe through my skin, it’s my most clever art. I am a master of the water, the earth, and the air, though I cannot fly, I catch my meals there. What am I?

The king and a butterfly walk into a bar, and are immediately swarmed by fans. The barkeep asks what the deal was, and is told, 'do you live under a rock?! Don't you know a ANSWER when you see one?'