I am a palace without a throne, A crown of beams, yet open-boned. I host the feasts, the bands, the breeze, Where laughter drifts through dancing trees. No walls to guard, no doors to bar, Just shelter stitched from sun and star. In parks I rise with airy grace.

You're after my pot of gold, I just know it, Where to hide it? Oh, I know a place you can't go, A place at the base of misted water when it's sunlit, A magical place you'll never reach at the bottom of a rainbow

The honey this don't care. It don't give a bleep. To quote UHF, we don't need no stinking these! The answer is just one of these.

Final one for the road, though why it crosses, nobody knows.

In the fabric of night, vast and wide, Sparkling jewels on a cosmic ride. A spiral of wonders, a celestial sea, Holding the secrets of eternity.