You and I are always together, Though you'll only see me in fair weather. I can take any shape, long or round, Yet I can never rise from the ground. What am I?

Gadget is a genuinely ingenuous, zany mister, only at first

Pin Pop Or rise with flame And a sandbag drop. Up wouldn't be Up without it

I gather without hands, Scratch the earth but never bleed, I leave long scars that heal at once Pulling things together, tidy up into lumps

I'm brown, I'm white. I'm solid, liquid, and powder. Everyone needs me, not everyone wants me, and quite a few people actively avoid me, but many still crave me. All in all, everyone agrees I'm sweet.