Born in a flurry, I grow with a roll, Round and fluffy, and so fun to throw.

I’m small enough to fit in hands, yet big enough to spark new lands. I’m not a tool, but I get used, for joy, for calm, for being amused. I may be plush, or made of steel, I’m not alive yet I feel real.

The Olympics begin with one A match can spark it Blow on candles untill there's none A fire can't start until it's lit

What is soft and white, but not a pillow. Golden in fire, but not forged. Especially sweet, but not a lover.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again