I’m born from breath or soapy streams, I shimmer bright with rainbow gleams. I float on air, so light and sly, But touch me once, and I will die.

I'm not a chair, but I help you sit, on an equine friend where I snugly fit. With stirrups below and straps all around, I go on adventures without touching the ground!

I wear a paper skirt and rise with pride, warm and sweet with joy inside. Blueberry, chocolate, take your pick, one small bite, and you'll love me quick!

I have two arms but cannot hug, I glide and snip, not crawl or tug. With every chomp, I take a bite, yet have no teeth to grip you tight.

I sit on your face but I’m not a frown, I help you see when you’re looking down. In water I’m clear, on land I might fog. Strap me on tight, I’m your vision hog!