Every heartbeat Sends me away. Every heartbeat Brings me back.

I am a drink fit for gods, but brewed by a blossom. I hire the bee and pay the butterfly for their labor. I am sweeter than honey, because I am its source. What am I?

Inquisitive about this, inquisitive about that. This word is what killed the cat.

We know that cattle with a rattle is a cowbell But, what do we call a napping steer?

I grow in a garden and stay cool to the touch, Green on the outside and watery as such. I slice into salads and crunch when you bite, A refreshing, crisp snack on a hot summer night. I am long and smooth with a mild little taste, A simple green veggie that is never a waste. What am I, fresh and firm in my role, A garden friend with a crunchy green soul?