You're after my pot of gold, I just know it, Where to hide it? Oh, I know a place you can't go, A place at the base of misted water when it's sunlit, A magical place you'll never reach at the bottom of a rainbow

In the fabric of night, vast and wide, Sparkling jewels on a cosmic ride. A spiral of wonders, a celestial sea, Holding the secrets of eternity.

A gentle sound of air's embrace; quick like a whisper, it cuts through space. In sneakers' dance, it finds its name, a signature move in athletic fame.

Gaze up to the sky, On a night free of mist, Might spy my side, Look across the disc

You’re in a house, all four walls face south. What color is the bear?