In every kitchen, I am found I'll turn your cheese into a mound Of finely shredded tasty bits Just keep an eye out on your mits

I grow like little puffs of white, then turn to cloth both soft and light. Against your skin I’m often worn, a cozy friend from plant life born.

Heat-high bowl? Stir-fry stroll? Noodles with feet, On egg roll soles?

We were the next big thing before AI, even though we dealt with the very small. Our dad was Richard Feynman. Take half of Mork’s greeting, but change the u to o. Next is a type of bro. Follow with the abrrev. For a city known for jazz. Add a piece of a tree, then that is, then the letter that pluralizes things.

Ships that fly through the cosmos-we once began afloat on oceans, in ages gone by. Businesses use me as a name for small, for-profit entities; the same word as the ships apply. Stolen by a rental agency-one far too large for my name to justify.