Maybe I hold nugs Maybe I hold bugs But after a long day at work I give the best hugs

my cap is no crown, yet i have my own kingdom networks below, its own kind of freedom though i don’t swim, i may still have gills i can change your perception, dance on tongues, or kill

I lie in wait and never chase, One wrong step seals your fate. I’m set with care, not meant to last I keep funky smells from entering your home My type of music might make your head bob

I may be round, Or maybe six sided. I am classically yellow, But come in a rainbow of colors. I wear an outer coat, But my importance is at my core. I age in reverse, Getting shorter over time. Rub my head to improve.

large or small, front, center, back i am the heart of homes to use me well, you must have a knack for making things beneath cloche domes hub of activity loving festivities partake of my wares and grow