In youth I’m green, in death I’m brown You’ll carve me up, a smile or frown I ward off spirits or at least I’m told You’ll light me up and I’ll shine gold

I play in the waves with flippers and zeal, I press down the wax to close the deal. One swims with grace, one shuts things tight, Name the word that does both right

I am deadly to consume, but you may find me in a traditional home. when a certain skeleton saw me in this traditional way he became perplexed, what am I?

I might be something you hike to see, I’m made of liquid, height and breeze. First part might make you quenched or thirsty, last part might make you spooked or dirty.

You trash my provisions and won't let me sleep, So I block all your entrances, scrub, patch, and sweep, Throw out what you've built and lock up all the food, And bring in Miss Fluffy to stop you for good!