I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO GATHER ON MICK JAGGER

I have delicate green leaves and a name you might know, But when I turn into seeds, I have a different way to go. To some, I am citrusy, fresh, and bright, To others, a soapy taste is all I invite.

Cows, sheep, goats, and more all have four; while camels, llamas, hippos, and kangaroos have three. We humans have just one, to hold what we chew.

I fall in silence, soft and slow, and hush the world in muffled glow. I build your forts and shape your play, then melt and quietly slip away.

I'm the wise one with the furrowed brow, Neck swiveling like a chair but perched on a bough. A burrow or hollow might serve as my home, But the Tootsie Pop math remains unknown.