I’m a sunny sip in a breakfast glass, Made from a fruit with a citrusy class. I’m squeezed from a sphere with a peel so bright, I wake up your taste buds with morning delight. What am I?

Though I'm far from the point, I don't make mistakes, But I fix yours.

I'm a tiny tree that you can eat, Though children are not fond of me, I'm actually part of the cabbage family, Full of antioxidants, fibre and vitamin C

Order follows in my wake, though I carry neither thread nor glue. I simply pass where knots once stood, and leave a clearer view.

The fanciest versions of me come with two doors. I'll always work better than your best cooler. I don't just keep the heat out, I remove it from the air inside too. There's a famous joke about me running.