Between two trees string Lie back and swing Careful not to flop Or to the ground you'll drop

I adorn and beautify, Framing moments, catching light, A silent artist's touch.

I am a colorful crowd in a single bowl, Many different parts make up my whole. I might be dressed in juice or honey, Buying me pre-cut costs extra money.

Up and up I go Going so high One by one I climb Straight up to the sky What am I?

A defective car Should be yellow To a Thirty Rock star Jack would say, Good God...