Summer-vine savored, Merlot anew, Sipful of flavor? Splash grew for you?

I float on my back like I’ve solved every worry, Cracking my dinner without any hurry. I hold hands at night so we don’t drift apart, A whiskered prankster with a clever heart. I’m not quite a bear, yet I swim with a grin. Who am I, splashing laughter wherever I’ve been?

What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?

I begin as a seed’s soft guard, become a strand that traps air, and end as the quiet weight in what you wear. What am I?

I grow under the ground, contrary to what my name would suggest. I also don't contain a green round seed, my name is doubly misleading like that. I can kill the unlucky with just one tiny bite, still I am eaten world wide.