We are a team. Four colors separate us because we are all green. We slice and dice mainly at pie we love to eat. Compadres in arms that protect the city and yet we remain under and unseen.

I am known for my gases, but I do not require fuel. You might grow plants in me.

I am a wonder of nature, Skipping the rules is my specialization. Neither bird, fish, nor beast, Yet of each, I am a beast.

Half smooth, salted or sweet Other half obnoxious, we all give up in defeat together a beauty, soaring through the sky From entangled to a petal you can catch me if you try

I grew on vine and cane, then boiled their products. I grew on stalk, then a red hen made slices to be my top and bottom. I grew underground, then was roasted and ground to a paste. When my three parts are combined, I'm a beloved American taste.