A lion, a puppy, a castle in the sky. I can be anything, serenely floating by. White, grey, sometimes painted pink. What am I, do you think?

With antlers wide and legs so long, in northern woods is where I belong.

A fair maiden is described as this, Cold cutting to the heart, yet full of bliss Falling gently through the air, This word can’t be seen everywhere What am I?

A living helicopter, Reaper of pests, Odd eyes and even wings, Live fast and die quick.

The true meance of the boardwalk; The colony roams the space, Looking to bully and steal, They glory in the chaos they sow Stolen fries and applie pies Sandwiches, burgers, and ice creams, too The young, the old, the rich, the poor No one's food is safe The New York City Pizza Rat has nothing on these terrors