In dark of night, The wooded deep, Beware of me, For I am how I eat.

Green and sticky, some of my names have icky. OG is very common, as many of my originals are toast. I’ve been around forever, a natural resource, but I’m illegal for greed, for those we depose.

Two words put together make a twofold lie One is a color, but that color is not mine The other a structure of wood or stone But not in my case, I would make a poor home

Sometimes I run quick, other times slower, Can give you a flick, but I'm also a flower.

I’m mostly air, with something thin, A little water stretched like skin. With a breath I'm born, and off I glide, Do you wish you could take a ride? Children cheer; my life is few. Hello, hello! ... and then... Adieu.