Every time I'm told the Earth doesn't revolve around me, I shoot a burning look at thee.

The world’s largest rodent is I, in South America I live and die.

They say I’m shady, that’s not wrong, I’ve held my ground my whole life long. I’ll leave again, but never go, Ask my rings, they’ll let you know.

What goes blonde, to fluffy white, to bald in a season?

I lie within a flower’s core, a drop of sweet that bees adore. They gather me from bloom to bloom, and turn me into honey soon.