I bite your heels and you can't escape me, no matter how fast you run or how far you walk. In fact, the harder you run and the farther you walk, the more likely it is I'm coming for you.

I am a tower built of layers, held between two matching walls. I’m the hero of the lunchbox, but I fall apart if you lose your grip.

Golden soldiers in rows so neat, waving in fields under the sun's heat. In harvest time, they make a treat, from summer's warmth, we eat their sweet.

I’m chased by tails in autumn air, Buried deep with frantic care. Jaws that crack, small paws that hoard, A winter’s wealth, a forest’s hoard. Not leaf nor meat, yet fiercely sought, What prize do beasts protect and plot?

Tell your eyes not to worry, I got them covered. I'll make you look cool too, and the fun part is, I'm colored! Pink hearts, plain black, perhaps a neon yellow. So try me on in the sun, be a good fellow.