Ehh... -munch, munch- ... what's up, doc. You didn't happen to see a basket full of these munchies, did you?

'You can take this string of leaves and flowers to decorate the stairs with, Judy.'

A term that comes for the Greek for milk, I'm kind of a big deal, The milk thing is weird, since if you were coloring me in, the black crayon gets the lion's share of the meal, But from afar, even with the massive size of stars, they appear as little points, of white, or whatever, light, Further away still and a you'll see the spilt milk, right?

Through magical meadows and forests teeming with life, my sister's and I fly, Dust on our wings, I'll give you some too, then you can join us, set sail for the sky!

I start small, but grow with each pace, A chain reaction, a wilder space, One event sparks, a sequence unfolds, Gaining speed and size, stories told, I could also be cold to the touch, white as can be, A winter's projectile, or a growing spree.