I hang around in the cold, I’m made drop by drop, I’m sharp but not a knife, And I disappear when it gets warm.

Steal a letter and I become something to help you build, Steal two letters and I sound like something that might be chilled Peek inside and thousands of teeth I will show That’s all I can give you, good luck though Now, slow and steady I will go

I have a core, but I do not have a soul. I am often seen in the time before cold.

I have wings, but I do not have beak. I am known for being one of the finest flyers in the insect world .

I sound like a boy you had on an ocean cruise, I come in four forms and mark the time you lose, If you add an -ing I can still be a noun and wind up in all sorts of foods