I wear a crown but rule no land, Born of water, yet in fire I stand. I start as an emerald, then bleed into gold, Or turn to a ruby if left to grow old. I have a silent guide but a screaming bite, I can hide in a popper or ignite a cold night.

OK, stay with me! I can be a furry giant, endure or carry a child.

Why don't fish have legs? And why don't birds have little hands? And now that we're at it, why don't humans lay eggs?

I dance on the wind above the foam, My cries are sharp where ships call home. I steal your chips with daring grace, And circle skies by the harbor’s face. What am I?

Guarded by spikes, I dance in the breeze. My purple crown attracts the bees. Want to pick me? Be careful, I bite. I'm prickly and won't go down without a fight.