Take me out and throw me, or talk of me with spite; To one man, I am nothing; to another I’m worth quite - A lot may simply pass me by, but those of you who’re getting high, like soda pops and chips, oh my! You gobble me like pie!

Add an S and I’m either on your foot OR Shooting liquid to wash off soot But truly I carve out space for roots

A number placed upon my head, a value from those wish me dead. A harvest great, so jump for joy! A brand of cloth to clean up soy.

I wear a hat of orange and a simple dress of white Standing still or carried I will give to you my light I start the night tall, but as the hours pass I shrink and shrink til finally I'm just a little lass

I make music but I’m not an instrument. I’m really groovy.