I part seas for ships; in space, if I breach, you're in deep trouble.

I’m the only stranger who dresses like you, who copies your smile and your funny faces too.

A visit to me at the park, a visit to me at a few designated schools, workplaces if the boss is cool, beachside at a lax time as a breezy tool. You laugh, you lay, you play, you sit, you eat with me.

An accident usually creates me. I can be sharp and dangerous. I can leave you with a sliver of hope.

I’m golden and creamy, and easy to spread, melt me on pancakes or slather me on bread.