If I were a princess, longing for comfort to free, I would check underneath for that dastardly pea

Healthy with fruit, seen as morning rice pudding. Goes great with yogurt.

Wood or metal, bone or stone, with magic at it's core. One way or the other, a symbol of power.

I wear a helmet, rugged and brown, From towering palms I tumble down. Crack my shell, hear water sing, A hidden lake in a wooden ring. White snow hides beneath my coat, Island treasure, sailor’s note.

I sit beneath your busy feet, a hidden room where shadows meet. old boxes, secrets, dust, and stone, the lowest place within your home.