I rise from earth, but not too high, beneath the ever-open sky. Smaller than giants capped with snow, yet still a place where climbers go.

Fuzzy on the outside, Juicy within, If you hate me with skin, You can eat me from a tin.

I am called The King of the Jungle but do not actually live in the jungle.

Between two trees string Lie back and swing Careful not to flop Or to the ground you'll drop

When asked what he does for a living, the vegetable farmer said that he...