A ship that doesn't sail the sea, nor is it one of dependency. It fills both children and adults with astronomical wonder, most would say that building one requires more than a ponder.

Visions of sunrise with butter as yellow as the sun, rivers of brown on sandy lands. Flat as the underside of a bun, Quick, while it’s as hot as a brand!

Smoke it Touch it Play on it Mow it Just don't scalp it

When you gaze upon my beautiful face, As I'm careening along, yet always in place. Perhaps the thought has come to your mind, Will you ever see my glorious behind? What am I?

A winged sovereign in orange and black attire, no palace needed to inspire.