By day I slumber, by night I rise. In damp and woody woods I reside. I'm quite easy to miss because of my size, but no-one can mistake the light I provide. What am I?

Red, green or yellow, sweet or sour to a fellow, thank Johnny you have me, then find me in a tree!

You clap your hands as soon as you hear the songs that I whisper in your ear. Then I'd dance around and fly with glee as I play the violin that I always carry with me.

My greeting is a warning; my welcome, a feast. Many flee my herald, yet few resist the priest. I split a thorned chapel, serve custard to the bold, What monarch of the market am I, crowned in green and gold?

I walk with you through stone and vale, Retelling each and every tale. No hand can touch me, none possess, Yet I return your sound’s caress.