A monk, a goblin, a blob, a coffin, a clown and a unicorn. There's a slippery one and a sarcastic one, a pigface and a fathead. What are we?

What has a mouth but never talks, Runs but never walks, Has a bed but never sleeps, And has a head but never weeps.

Print that green. Treat your nose. Easy to pick. Hard to throw. I spread thick like weeds and can hang down low, but a zingy leaf tea lets me flow. Snot??? Ew, nothing like that, no!

I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.

Hass anyone seen my little green buddy? He’s VERY temperamental, only opens up when he’s wearing a brown hat, for one day. He’s always grumping that he has a big stone in his belly, but when he feels good, he likes moshing with his friend, Mr. Lime