Fruit sits ripe, ready to eat, then some poor schlub dumps sugar all over it; They say it’s better, they’ve sweetened the thing, I want to smack them, they’ve ruined my fruit.

Up and down the pearly whites go, chomping and chewing all they hold; The process I’ve described, we do each day, can you name its fancy, lesser-used way?

You step on it to stop. Rearrange the letters and this happens after you drop something. Rearrange the letters again and it is a person who uses lots of flour.

It is the part most people remember. The Righteous Brothers, Elvis, and Liberace all sang that it could be unchained. A princess in The Little Mermaid II

Guarded by thousands like I was gold, And I can never go old, What am I?