A steamy companion in a porcelain cup, whispers of leaves in hot water's embrace, often shared with a biscuit's crunchy grace.

A bubbling alembic flask, In search of elements, The work of Nicolas Flamel, To find the stone, his life he spent. We have this art to thank For chemistry of old. Now CERN transmuted this fine art. We've turned pure lead to gold!

Am I a valuable family keepsake? Am I something that your kids will use to weave? Am I something that will weave kids? Or... am I tomato? Probably at least two of these things.

My vines grow in your house A gourd grows on the vine My flowers come in many colours I bloom brightest at night

I leap from heights, unfold in air, A blooming dome in open air. I slow the fall, both brave and cute, I kiss the ground with soft salute.