A misleading name for fans of this food, I sound like one kernel, though that is not true. Instead I fall from an oak tree, and squirrels often gather me.

A waterfowl approached a beverage vendor, And enquired of the man running the stand, Good day. Do you have any grapes? The vendor replied that no, he merely stocks lemonade, Further he explained that it was fresh and homemade, When offered a glass, the duck said he would pass. How did the duck leave, only to return the next day?

Cold-hearted sculptor, shaping with transparent elegance, I crack under pressure and melt in warmth.

I have crowned heroes, Decorated generals, Sold illusions, And clarified lies. Some chase me their entire lives. Some earn me for a job well done. Some print me beside conditions they hope you'll ignore. Yet every morning, One of my kind rises without applause. What am I?

Temperature and storms make me common small talk, indoors I am controlled, outdoors I may turn violent. This or that, one choice or another, sometimes the decision rests on a whim.