Without telling a story, I can make your eyes all teary. You might find me appeeling. So don't hesitate to give me a ring.

I swore to shield your precious eye, to block the dust that dares to fly, but oops, I slipped! Now here I dwell, a tiny ninja causing hell. You blink, you tear, you curse my name. Yet with every flutter, I’m the same.

At some times I'm just a tasty treat At others I fix what covers your feet

I have a set of teeth, but I do not have a mouth. I am often seen in in a barbershop .

Oh, my stars! A little treat, sweet as a hug, a baker's feat. Soft and dainty, dressed in frill, brings joy to all, like Gran's goodwill.