African, American, Asian. Banal barrage of banter. Constantly craving a cracker. Determined yet dawdling demeanor. Emulating and endearing, but excreting. Flighty, feathery, and fanciful. Grey, green, and gem gamuts. Hueful, heedless heckler. Impecunious, inexorable imbiber. Jaunty jester ot jargon. Kooky, klutzy, and kinetic. Large and little lineages. Majestic, mottled minion. Nonsensical, naive narrator. Occasionally obscene and obstreperous. Querulous, quirky quoter. Repeater of rehearsed retorts. Sometimes striped or speckled squawker.

I’m a color in the forest, in your eyes I sometimes glow. I’m a nut inside a shell, and a name that kids may know. What am I?

Paper bird takes flight, Folding dreams with gentle hands, Art in motion born.

Golden nectar flows, Sweet gift from buzzing dancers, Nature's liquid gold.

This is born when water meets sand. Pigs, kids and dogs think it's grand. But adults don't like it one bit. Except in spas, where they rub you with it.