First three are a type of fever Last five are a neat pile Find a needle in it, good for a weaver All together, find on a farm with style

Did you come with one in the pocket, or did you only want to see me? Either way, what am I?

Kids do me on sidewalks, old scratched CDs do me by accident. One makes you smile, the other makes you annoyed.

I rhyme like this, and I'm usually quite keen. I'm structured in order, yet restart in between.

A speck in the sea where the tall waves met, Too tiny for maps to fully be set. No bridges, no crowds - just sun soaked and wet, A lone little haven you’ll never forget.