In a knitting basket, soft and warm, A gentle hug on a chilly morn. From sheep's coat, it takes its form, Keeping you cozy through the storm.

A painter of life with a gentle touch, where branches wear gowns of color, and whispers of spring sing without a voice.

I coil at rest beside the wall, yet roar to life when duty calls. I bring relief through spray or stream, to thirsty roots or fiery scenes.

The hill where walking's dicey, or a book that's somewhat spicy.

Change my middle to a D and ride a bike. Remove my last and fight for animal rights Pick me one by one and see who you like Spread a lot of me over the honeymoon suite for romantic nights