Since ancient times I’ve been stripped and ground, in winter’s breath, I can be found. A twist of warmth with every taste, In baked swirls, I leave no waste. I’m often paired with sugar’s kiss, but guess my name, if you insist.

I’m soft and I’m squishy, I don’t make a peep, but I’m always nearby when you’re drifting to sleep. No heartbeat, no breath, yet I’m full of love, a cuddly companion is what you’re thinking of.

I might be a car part, I might be a barrel. I'm hit by a kid In an old Christmas carol. I'm sometimes a fish, 'neath waters of glass And frequently paired with my buddy, the bass.

I’m always above you, above your things, when doing my work. Would be weird if I flew, and I got wings moving in cirque. I’m a cool tool, a tool that cools. I’m a tool that cools when your skin drools.

I grow on creatures, but not on trees. I help some charge and others flee. For beasts, I’ll help protect. For you, a sound I’ll project.