An elegant creature, according to the british. Brutish in nature, it’s rather skittish. Some seek honey, with bird envoys. Mushroom, mushroom! Snaaake snaaaake!

I lift the bloom but am not the crown, I carry life from root to gown. Cut me short and words begin, Add me to study careers win. What am I?

Three: top family guy, get something on Three more: lock lover, pitch to a song Jack or Jenny, known as headstrong

I am a golden mountain, yet I have no rock, Born of the harvest, I am built for the stock. If you lose a tiny needle, you must search through me, But if you light a match, I turn to ashes instantly. What am I?

Velvet cloak unfurls, Thorns guard a sweet scented heart, Love's blush in the vase.